© Pamela Morgan Publishing (a division of Amber Music)

In the first warmth of springtime, when soft winds blow
When there’s ice in the harbour, that’s when I will go
I won’t miss the smell of melting snow
I’ll be bound for a new life out west

Out West. Out West,
I’ll be bound for a new life Out West

In the soft mists of summer, when caplin roll
And the lilacs are blooming, I’ll be far from home
I won’t miss the beach fires, or sunset’s glow
I’ll be starting a new life out west

Out West, Out West,
I’ll be starting a new life Out West

When the hillsides are golden, and richest red
And the berries have ripened, I’ll be way out west
I won’t shed a tear for the love I left
I will find me another out west

Out West, Out West
I will find me another out west