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Four stDrong winds that bEmlow lonA7ely, SeDven seas that run high, All thGese thingsE7 that won'tA7 change come what may. Well Dour good Gtimes are all A7gone, and I'm Dbound for movin' on, I'll look fGor you E7if I'm ever A7back this way.
ThinkD I'll go ouEmt to Alberta,A7 weather'Ds good there in the fall, Got some Gfriends thaE7t I couA7ld go a workin' for. Yet I Dwish you'd cGhange your A7mind, if I askDed you one more time, But we've Gbeen througE7h this a hundred A7times or more.
Four strong winds that blow lonely, Seven seas that run high, All these things that won't change come what may. Well 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.
If I Dget there 'fore the Emsnow flies, And if tA7hings areD lookin' good, You could Gmeet me ifE7 I sent you dA7own the fare. But by tDhen iGt would be wA7inter, not mucDh for you to do, And the wiGnds can sE7ure blow cold, aA7 way out there.
Four strong winds that blow lonely, Seven seas that run high, All these things that won't change come what may. Well 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.