"Four Strong Winds" lyrics

"Four Strong Winds"

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change come what may
But my good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' 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 could go out 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

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change come what may
But my good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

If I get there before the snow flies
And things are looking good
You could join me if I send you down the fare
But if you wait until it's winter
It will do no good
For the winds sure can blow cold way out there

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change come what may
But my good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way


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