Four strong winds that blow lonely, Seven seas that run high,
All these things that don´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.
Think I´ll go out to Alberta,
Weather´s good there in the fall.
Got some friends that I can go to working for,
Still I wish you´d change your mind
If I asked you one more time,
But we´ve been through that a hundred times or more.
If I get there before the snow flies,
And if things are going good,
You could meet me if I send you down the fare.
But if you wait until it´s winter,
It will be no good
´Cause that wind sure can blow way out there.