Think I’ll go out to Alberta, weather’s good there in the fall. I 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.
If I get there before the snow flies and if things are looking good, you could meet me if I sent you down the fare. But by then it would be winter, not too much for you to do and the wind sure can blow 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. 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.
– Ian Tyson, 1963