Bill Staines Going To The West
In this fair land, I cannot stay,
Here labor is in vain
I'll leave the mountains of my birth
to seek the fertile plains,
I'm going to the West.
You say you will not go with me,
You turn your eyes away from me,
You say you will not follow me,
No matter what I say,
I'm going to the West.
It's many years since we first met,
And you became my bride,
Now I must journey far away,
Without you by my side.
You say you will...
I'll leave you here in the land you love,
Mid scenes so bright and fair,
Where fragrant blossoms are a'bloomin',
And music fills the air.
You say you will...
