Lyrics:

Tyson

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 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 down to Alberta
Where there's good times in the Fall
Got some friends that I can stay with, working 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 before

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are looking good
I could meet you if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there

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 are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way