In this fair land I’ll stay no more Here labor is in vain I’ll leave the mountains of my birth And seek the fertile plains I’m going to the west 
Chorus You say you will not go with me You turn your eyes away You say you will not follow me No matter what I say I’m going to the west 
Three years have passed since we first met And I became your bride Now I must journey far away Without you by my side I’m going to the west 
I’ll leave you here, in this land you love ’Mid scenes so bright and fair Where fragrant flowers are blooming And music fills the air I’m going to the west 
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