MAID OF THE WEST
(Music: Clay Smith / Words: Roscoe Gilmore Stott - 1922)







Far away in the West 
Where the Sun goes to rest
Where the prairie lands scorch in the Sun
Where the huddling herds graze
Through the still nights and days
There's a heart that I've wooed and I've won

Little maid of the West
In the land I love best
Little pal on the trails that are long
Little comrade so fair
With the wind in your hair
And your lips that are gay with a song

Little mate we will go
To the peaks with the snow
We will climb where the eagles nest
Where the clouds bend and nod
We will pledge before God
All our love, little maid of the West

Far away where the sea
Calls her sons to be free
And her mountains her sons to be steel
In the canyons and steeps
Where the waterfall leaps
There's a maid at whose feet I would kneel

Little maid of the West
In the land I love best
Little pal on the trails that are long
Little comrade so fair
With the wind in your hair
And your lips that are gay with a song

Little mate we will go
To the peaks with the snow
We will climb where the eagles nest
Where the clouds bend and nod
We will pledge before God
All our love, little maid of the West






(Contributed by Mel Priddle - November 2013)