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All the people today they are going far away
To the mountains the lakes or the sea
There's a little plot out west
That I always love the best
And there's someone awaiting there for me
She'll be happy she'll be free
When she wanders alone with me
She'll be knitting white lace
When I meet her at the gate
And there's someone awaiting for me
There are birds in every tree
And they sing among the leaves
But there's none so happy as me
I am going out west
And there I'll do my best
To build a little home for you and me
O the birds that fly above
Singing their songs of love
O'er the meadows the valleys so deep
Their voices so sweet
That they sing me to sleep
For I know my darling will not weep
