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  • Home On The Rang
    - Silver Spurs

    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,
    the zephyrs so free,
    The breezes so balmy and light,
    That I would not exchange
    my home on the range
    For all the cities so bright.

    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 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 light of the glittering stars,
    Have I stood here amazed
    and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of ours.

    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.
  • Home On The Rang
    - Silver Spurs

    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,
    the zephyrs so free,
    The breezes so balmy and light,
    That I would not exchange
    my home on the range
    For all the cities so bright.

    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 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 light of the glittering stars,
    Have I stood here amazed
    and asked as I gazed
    If their glory exceeds that of ours.

    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.