A 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

Where the air is so pure, and the zephers so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
I would not exchange my home on the range
for all of your cities so bright

The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west
Tis unlikely he’ll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn

Oh I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curfew I love to hear scram
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
that graze on the mountain tops green

Oh give me a land where the bright diamonds and sand
Goes leisurely down the clear stream
And the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

How often at night when the heavens are bright
with the light of the glittering stars
How I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Then I would not exchange my 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

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