Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change,
But our good times are all gone,
and I'm bound for moving on.
Think I'll go out to Alberta,
where there's good there in the hall,
got some friends that I can
Still I wish you'd change your mind
but we've been through that
Four strong winds that blow lonely,
seven seas that run high,
all those things that don't change
But our good times are all gone,
and I'm bummed for movin' 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 looking good,
you could meet me if I sent
but by then it would be winter
there ain't much that you could do
And those winds sure can blow
Four strong winds that blow lonely.
Seven seas that run high.
All those things that don't change
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
