Every [F]time I can I make a pilgrimage
[Bb]to the height of [C]land
and [F]look out across the sea
to [C]where the mountains [Bb]stand

When the [F]landscape before my eyes
puts [Bb]Bierstadt to [C]shame
[F]it can be hard for me
not to [C]add drops to the [Bb]rain

CHORUS:
[F]Ooh [Bb]ooh the beauty of the [F]west
It takes my breath a[C]way …
and gives it [Gm]back, re[Bb]freshed
[F]Ooh [Bb]ooh the beauty of the [F]west
The beau[C]ty of [Gm]life after [Bb]death

BRIDGE:
[F]O [Bb]o [F]o [C]ooo [Bb]o [F]o [Bb]o… [F]o…

A [F]few lonely trees
stand on the [Bb]cutblock on the [C]ridge
[F]_ telling [C]me
“Don’t take us for [Bb]granted”

I [F]sense many before
have [Bb]stood right where I [C]stand
[F]come to spend some time
with the [C]spirit of the [Bb]mountain

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]

[F]Something in the air
[Bb]gives me courage of [C]heights
[F]many things are possible
[C]in the golden [Bb]light

Could I [F]spread my wings and soar
like the [Bb]eagle above [C]me
fly [F]to the home of the brave
and the [C]land of the [Bb]free

[CHORUS]

Ooh ooh the beauty of the west
It takes my breath away
and gives it back, refreshed
Ooh ooh the beauty of the west
The beauty
... of the west