Four strong winds that blow lonely   Seven seas that run high   All these things that won't change come what may   But our good times are all gone   And I'm bound for moving on   I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way      I might go out to Alberta   Weather's good there in the fall   Got some friends that I could go to working for   Still I wish you'd change your mind   If I asked you one more time   But we've been thru that a hundred times or more      Four strong winds that blow lonely   Seven seas that run high   All these things that won't change come what may   If I get there before the snow flies   Things are going good   You could join me if I send you down the fare   But if you wait until it's winter   It would do no good   For the wind sure can blow cold way out there      Four strong winds that blow lonely   Seven seas that runs high   All these things that won't change come what may   But our good times are all gone   And I'm bound for movin' on...