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HOME ON THE RANGE (Brewster M. Higley) 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. 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. 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. 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- 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 filename[ HOMERANG RG |
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