(Ian Tyson)
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Four strong winds that blow lonely, Seven seas that run high,
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All these things that don't change, Come what may.
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But our good times are all gone,
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And I'm bound for moving on.
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I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
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Think I'll go out to Alberta,
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Weather's good there in the fall.
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Got some friends that I can go to working for,
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Still I wish you'd change your mind
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If I asked you one more time,
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But we've been through that a hundred times or more.
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If I get there before the snow flies,
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And if things are going good,
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You could meet me if I send you down the fare.
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But if you wait until it's winter,
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It will be no good
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'Cause that wind sure can blow way out there.
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Four Strong Winds
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Neil Young |