Ian & Sylvia Four Stong Winds
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run
high,
But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for moving
on.
All those things that don't change, come what may.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
Think I'll go down 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
CHORUS
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare,
If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are
looking good.
But by then it would be winter, not enough for you to do.
And those winds sure do blow cold way up there.
CHORUS
