FOUR STRONG WINDS by Neil Young
Think I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
I got some friends that I could go to working for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through this a hundred times or more.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound 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 lookin' good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare.
But, by then it would be winter
Not too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold 'way out there.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
PATAR beach in Bolinao, Pangasinan, where strong winds blow briskly into your face and into your nose. A place where no change can be seen come what may...I love the status quo especially in this heavenly place. Can't have enough of it really. It's always in my mind, and in my imagination although I'm a million, correction, thousands of miles away. The Phil. paradise that I've kept dreaming of :) Ahhh, lazily walking over your dainty white sands is a joy like no other...and listening to your whispering waves while they wind their way up kissing the shore is no sadness at all. It brings pure peace and happiness into my heart and soul..."wake up! me," laughs.
Think I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
I got some friends that I could go to working for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through this a hundred times or more.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound 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 lookin' good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare.
But, by then it would be winter
Not too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold 'way out there.
Chorus: Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may.
If all the good times are all gone
Then I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
PATAR beach in Bolinao, Pangasinan, where strong winds blow briskly into your face and into your nose. A place where no change can be seen come what may...I love the status quo especially in this heavenly place. Can't have enough of it really. It's always in my mind, and in my imagination although I'm a million, correction, thousands of miles away. The Phil. paradise that I've kept dreaming of :) Ahhh, lazily walking over your dainty white sands is a joy like no other...and listening to your whispering waves while they wind their way up kissing the shore is no sadness at all. It brings pure peace and happiness into my heart and soul..."wake up! me," laughs.
