歌词
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.