Folk Legends Ian & Sylvia 2

[00:00:01] Speaker A: Ian Tyson began making a living as a rodeo rider. After breaking an ankle in a spill, Tyson began playing the guitar. As things turned out, rodeo writing was not to be his destiny. Tyson went on to become a famous canadian folk singer and songwriter. After spending an evening with Bob Dylan, Ian wrote his first song, namely Four Strong Winds. It is widely recognized as one of the best folk songs ever written. While singing in clubs and college campuses, Tyson met Sylvia Fricker. The duo began singing together and eventually became known throughout North America as Ian and Sylvia. After some time on the road, the duo decided to go to New York to seek a manager and a record label. They succeeded. Vanguard Records released their first album, titled Ian and Sylvia, in 1962. The couple married three years later. Ian and Sylvia, along with Gordon Lightfoot, are the most popular folk and pop recording artists ever to emerge from Canada. Four Strong Winds is another song about lost love, but I find great beauty in the words and the melody. I hope you can, too. The song is usually strummed, but I'm using a finger picking method. Here's my cupboard. [00:01:53] Speaker B: 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. [00:02:21] Speaker A: And. [00:02:21] Speaker B: I'm bound for moving on. I look for you if I never back this way. Think I'll go out to Alberta where there's good earth in the fall. Got some friends that I can go to working for. Still I wish you'd change your mind if I ask you one more time. But we've been through that a hundred times or more. Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high all those things that don't change. But her good times are all gone and I am bound for moving on. I look for you if I'm ever back this way. If I get there before the snow flies and things are looking good. You could meet me if I sent you down the fair, but by then it would be winter. Nothing much for you to do in the wind should blow cold way out there. For 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.