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Four strong winds that bolw lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change copme what may.
But our 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 can go to workin' for.
But 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.
Refrain
If I get there 'fore the snow flies, and if things are lookin' good,
You can meet me if I send you down the fare.
But by then it would be winter, not too much for you to do,
And the wind sure blows cold way out there.
