Out where the handclasp’s 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 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,And a man makes friends without half trying —That’s where the West begins.