Home on the range

				T&M: John & Alan Lomax

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 ther 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 brezzes so balmy and bright.
That I would not exchange my home on the range,
for all the cities so bright.

	Home, home on the ..............

Oh give ma 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 ..............

The red man was passed, from this part of the West,
he's likely no more to return.
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever,
their flickering campfires burn.

	Home, home on the ..............

How often at night, when the heavens are bright,
whith the light of the glittering stars.
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed,
of their glory exceeds that of ours.

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Oh, I love these 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.

	Home, home on the ..............

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.

	Home, home on the ...................