Westward We Go!

The rooster crowed at break of day,

We packed our worldly load,

With oxen slow

and wagon

wheels, We took the western road.

The forests faded far behind,

The prairie stretched below,

With faith in God

and hopeful hearts, Still westward we would go.

Roll on, old wagon,

don’t you slow, Where the wild winds softly blow.

Though the miles are long and the rivers wide,

The Lord will be our guide.

Beyond the hills a home we’ll know,

Where clear cold waters flow.

Keep your courage, hold on tight,

Still westward we will go. (ooh)

We’ve crossed the creeks and climbed the hills,

Through rain and dust we’ve gone.

We sing beside the evening fire,

Till another hopeful dawn.

The fiddle plays, the children laugh,

The stars begin to show,

Though the trail is hard and rough to ride,

Still westward we will go.

One day we’ll build a little home,

With fields of corn to sow.

A chimney smoke, a cabin door,

Where our young children grow.

We’ll thank the Lord for seeing us through,

For every joy and woe,

And tell our grandchildren how we came,

Still westward we did go. (ahhhh)