Four Strong Winds

{title:Four Strong Winds}

{st:Ian Tyson}

{c:(capo 2)}

{c:Chorus:}

Four strong w[D]inds that blow l[Em]onely, seven se[A7]as that run h[D]igh,

All those things that don't ch[Em7]ange, come what m[A7]ay.

But our g[D]ood times, all are g[G]one, and I'm b[A7]ound for movin' [D]on,

I'll look [Em7]for you if I'm e[G]ver back this w[A]ay.

Think I'll [D]go down to Alb[Em]erta, weather's g[A7]ood there in the f[D]all,

Got some friends that I can [Em7]go to workin' [A7]for.

Still I w[D]ish you'd change your m[G]ind, if I a[A7]sked you one more t[D]ime,

But we've b[Em7]een through that a h[G]undred times or m[A]ore.

{c:Chorus.}

If I get there 'fore the snow flies, and if things are goin' good,

You could meet me if I sent you down the fare.

But by then it would be winter, not much for you to do,

And those winds sure blow cold, way out there.

{c:Chorus.}

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# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992