Out Where the West Begins

Out where the sun is a little brighter
Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter
Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter
That’s where the West begins
Out where the skies are a trifle bluer
Out where the friendship’s a little truer
That’s where the West begins
Out where a fresher breeze is blowing
Where there’s laughter in every 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 in despair are aching
That’s where the West begins
Where there’s more of singing and less of sighing
Where there’s more of giving and less of buying
Where a man makes a friend without half trying
That’s where the West begins