John Denver

Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change come what may
Now 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
Guess I'll go out to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall
Got some friends that I can go to working 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
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
Now 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
If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are going good
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter, nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows 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
Now 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
Yes our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for moving on
But I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way