Out Where the West Begins
By Anna Farris
Out where the handclasps are a little stronger
Out where the smile dwells a little longer
That’s 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 friendships are a little truer
That’s where the West begins
Out where a fresher breeze is blowing
Where there is laughter in every streamlet flowing
Where is more of reaping and less of sowing
That’s where the West begins
Out where the world is making
Where fewer hearts with despair are aching
That’s where the West begins
Where there is more of singing and less of sighing
Where there is more giving and less of buying
And a man makes friends without half trying
That’s where the West begins
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