Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times all are 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 can go to workin' 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.
(Chorus)