A. Newman: How The West Was Won (From "How The West Was Won")

From this land, the land of plenty, rich and poor
Here came dreamers with Bible, wrist and gun
Bound for land across the plains, their idols gone
Tell them forever that's how the West was won

Side by side, the seven servants wearing rags
Nothing to stop them, no wind, no rain, no sun
Side by side, the slaves from every land
All move together, that's how the West was won

And they sang of the day when they would rest their boots
In a land where the still waters flow
Where the dreams of a man and wife could put down roots
And their love and seeds of love would grow

Dream by dream, their generations of this land
Forged in freedom for every mother's son
Here it is, the beautiful promised land
We move together, that's how the West was won
The West was won, the West was won

I am bound for the promised land
I am bound for the promised land
For who will come and go with me
I am bound for the promised land

It's a land of plenty that never fails
Where trees in autumn grow
Where rocks and hills and growths and fields
Give milk and honey, more

And they sang of the day when they would rest their boots
In a land where still waters flow
Where the dreams of a man and wife could put down roots
And their love and seeds of love would grow

Dream by dream, their generations of this land
Forged in freedom for every mother's son
Here it is, the beautiful promised land
We move together, that's how the West was won