Not all were gunslingers, not all sought gold,
Some built their lives where the plains unfold.
With calloused hands and dreams so wide,
The ordinary folk were the West's true pride.
Settlers with wagons, chasing the dawn,
Through wind and dust, they journeyed on.
They tilled the earth, they raised the barns,
Their legacy etched in the land's open arms.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
The blacksmith's hammer rang through the day,
Shaping tools for work, not war's decay.
The ranchers rode with cattle in tow,
Through rivers deep and hills aglow.
Horses carried the weight of dreams,
Through desert sands and mountain streams.
Oxen pulled carts with a patient might,
Through endless trails, both day and night.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
In the fields, the sheep grazed under the sun,
While dogs herded flocks till the day was done.
Chickens clucked by the cabin door,
Simple lives that asked for more.
The frontier folk with steadfast eyes,
Planted roots under endless skies.
Through storm and drought, through joy and pain,
Their spirits rose, like the growing grain.
Frontiersmen blazed trails through the unknown,
Mapping the paths where seeds were sown.
Women bore the burden, yet never bent,
Their strength unspoken, their lives well-spent.
Children laughed in the open air,
Running wild without a care.
Their voices sang of a future bright,
The West's foundation in the fading light.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
So saddle up for the nameless who withdrew,
The farmers, the ranchers, the ones who knew.
Their toil and love made the West a home,
Their spirits free where the wild winds roam.
Eh I By - Western Dreams Lyrics
Eh I By - Western Dreams Lyrics
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Not all were gunslingers, not all sought gold,
Some built their lives where the plains unfold.
With calloused hands and dreams so wide,
The ordinary folk were the West's true pride.
Settlers with wagons, chasing the dawn,
Through wind and dust, they journeyed on.
They tilled the earth, they raised the barns,
Their legacy etched in the land's open arms.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
The blacksmith's hammer rang through the day,
Shaping tools for work, not war's decay.
The ranchers rode with cattle in tow,
Through rivers deep and hills aglow.
Horses carried the weight of dreams,
Through desert sands and mountain streams.
Oxen pulled carts with a patient might,
Through endless trails, both day and night.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
In the fields, the sheep grazed under the sun,
While dogs herded flocks till the day was done.
Chickens clucked by the cabin door,
Simple lives that asked for more.
The frontier folk with steadfast eyes,
Planted roots under endless skies.
Through storm and drought, through joy and pain,
Their spirits rose, like the growing grain.
Frontiersmen blazed trails through the unknown,
Mapping the paths where seeds were sown.
Women bore the burden, yet never bent,
Their strength unspoken, their lives well-spent.
Children laughed in the open air,
Running wild without a care.
Their voices sang of a future bright,
The West's foundation in the fading light.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
So saddle up for the nameless who withdrew,
The farmers, the ranchers, the ones who knew.
Their toil and love made the West a home,
Their spirits free where the wild winds roam.
Some built their lives where the plains unfold.
With calloused hands and dreams so wide,
The ordinary folk were the West's true pride.
Settlers with wagons, chasing the dawn,
Through wind and dust, they journeyed on.
They tilled the earth, they raised the barns,
Their legacy etched in the land's open arms.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
The blacksmith's hammer rang through the day,
Shaping tools for work, not war's decay.
The ranchers rode with cattle in tow,
Through rivers deep and hills aglow.
Horses carried the weight of dreams,
Through desert sands and mountain streams.
Oxen pulled carts with a patient might,
Through endless trails, both day and night.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
In the fields, the sheep grazed under the sun,
While dogs herded flocks till the day was done.
Chickens clucked by the cabin door,
Simple lives that asked for more.
The frontier folk with steadfast eyes,
Planted roots under endless skies.
Through storm and drought, through joy and pain,
Their spirits rose, like the growing grain.
Frontiersmen blazed trails through the unknown,
Mapping the paths where seeds were sown.
Women bore the burden, yet never bent,
Their strength unspoken, their lives well-spent.
Children laughed in the open air,
Running wild without a care.
Their voices sang of a future bright,
The West's foundation in the fading light.
Western Dreams, with freedom held dear,
The quiet souls who faced their fear.
The workers, the dreamers, the beasts they led,
Building a West where the sun burned red.
So saddle up for the nameless who withdrew,
The farmers, the ranchers, the ones who knew.
Their toil and love made the West a home,
Their spirits free where the wild winds roam.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC