Mike Moxcey ©2005

Home on the Range

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1. 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
   ch: 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.