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  Canción compuesta por el músico canadiense Ian Tyson en 1960.  Aquí en la versión de Neil Young, en su álbum Comes a Time de 1987 , Letra Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that don't change come what may But my good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way I may go out to Alberta Weather's good there in the fall Got some friends that I could go to working for Still I wish you'd change your mind If I ask it one more time But we've been through that a thousand times or more If I get there before the snow flies And things are going good You could join me if I send you down the fare But if you wait until it's winter it would do no good For the winds sure can blow cold way out there I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

  Tema de Neil Young de 1984 Letra I got to bet that your old man Became fascinated with his own plans Turned you loose, your mama too There wasn't a thing that you could do I got faith in you, it's a razor love That cuts clean through I got faith in you, it's a razor love That cuts clean through You really make my day With the little things you say Looking through the window at a silhouette Trying to find something I can't find yet Imagination is my best friend Gotta look out for the greedy hand, greedy hand Make a living like a rolling stone On the road there's no place like home Silhouettes on the window Who was it made your eyes flicker like that Tell me, babe, how'd you get the knack? You came to me with open arms And I really took you down the track And all I got for you is the kind of love That cuts clean through All I got for you is razor love That cuts clean through You really make my day With the little things you say I'm looking through the window...

  Canción  folk de Neil Young de 1972. Letra Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up From her big brass bed Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up Somewhere in her head The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say, oh