Out where friendship’s a little truer,
That’s where the West begins.
Out where a fresher breeze is blowing,
Where there is laughter in each streamlet flowing,
Where there’s more of reaping and less of sowing,
That’s where the West begins.
Out where the world is in the making,
Where fewer hearts with despair are aching,
That’s where the West begins.
Where there is more of singing and less of sighing,