Home on the Range

Home on the Range

For remarks about this greatest of all Great Plains folksongs, see my Home Page on the Range, in production.

Reproduced here is the text that I sing, which is pretty close to the Lomax text, except it incorporates a modulation with variant melody that makes the "bright diamond sand" stanza into a bridge. I learned this from an old lady in Pratt, Kansas. I had just sung "Home on the Range" to an appreciative group. This lady then exclaimed, "Here's how we used to sing it at the literary;" scooted over to a piano up against the wall; and whipped right into the bridge. I owe her for that.

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

I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
The curlew I love to hear scream.
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain-tops green.

Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream,
Where the graceful white swan goes a-gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
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.