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Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, |
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All these things that won't change, come what may. |
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Well our good times are all gone, 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, weather's good there in the fall. |
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Got some friends that I can go to workin' for. |
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Yet I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time |
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But we've been through this a hundred times or more. |
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If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are looking good. |
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You could meet me if I sent you down the fare, |
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But by then it would be winter, not much for you to do. |
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And the winds can sure blow cold way up there. |
