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…