In this fair land, I'll stay no more
Here labor is in vain
I'll seek the mountains far away
And leave the fertile plain 

Where waves of grass in oceans roll
Into infinity
I stand ready on the shore
To cross the inland sea
I am going to the West 
 [bad word] 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 am going to the West
I am going to the West 

I will journey to the place
That was shaped by heaven's hand
And I will build for me a bower
Where angels' footprints mark the land 

Where castle rocks in towers high 
Kneel to valleys wild and green
All my thoughts are turned to you,
My waking hope, my sleeping dream
I am going to the West 

And when sun gives way to moon
And silver starlight fills the sky
In the arms of these last hills
Is where I'm bound to lie 

Wind, my blanket, earth, my bed
My canopy, a tree
Willows by the river's edge
Will whisper me to sleep
I am going to the West 

Words & Music: Connie Dover
1st verse and [bad word] adapted from traditional Alabama folk song