HOME ON THE RANGE



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.



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Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand

Flows leisurely down the stream;

There the graceful, white swan goes gliding along

Like a maid in a heavenly dream.



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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.



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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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This song, according to John Lomax, was first printed in 1911,

and for twenty years attracted practically no attention. It is

said to have been sung on the doorstep of Franklin D. Roosevelt's

home by a group of newspaper reporters the night he was first

elected President.

@cowboy

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