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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.
Recorded by Pamela Morgan on her second solo album (Seven Years ©2002, Pamela Morgan Publishing (a division of Amber Music, Ltd., St. John's, NL).
