Home On The Range

Song: Brewster M. Higley, Daniel E. Kelly.

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the lights from the glittering stars;
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceeds that of our.

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Where the air is so pure, the zephyr so free,
The breeze is so balmy and light;
That I would not exchange, my dear home on the range,
For all of the city so bright.

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Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful, white swan goes gliding along,
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

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Oh, I love those wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The curlew I love to hear scream;
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
That graze on the mountain tops green.

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