In this fair land you’ll stay no more
Here labor is in vain
You’ll leave the mountains of our birth
And seek the fertile plains
You’re going to the west
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
The years have passed since we first met
When you became my bride
Now I must journey far away
Without you by my side
I’m going to the west
You’ll leave me here, in this land I love
Mid scenes so bright and fair
Where fragrant flowers are blooming
And music fills the air
You’re going to the west