Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't chnage come what may

For the 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 think I'll go out to Al berta, Weather's good there in the fall

If I get there before the snow flies, And if things are looking good

I've got some friends that I can go working for

You could meet me if I sent you down the fare

Still I wish you'd change your mind If I ask you one more time

But by then it would be winter Not too much for you to do

But we've been through that a hundred times be fore

And those winds sure can blow cold way out there