Home on The Range
Brewster M. Higley, 1911

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 ours.
Home, home ...

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.
Home, home ...

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
the breezes so balmy and light,
that I would not exchange my home on the range
for all of the cities so bright.
Home, home ...

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


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