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- 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.