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Dreams of a Kitten
Page 111
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 and the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
The Red man was pressed from this part of the west
He's likely no more to return
To the banks of the Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Oh I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curlew I love to hear cry
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain slopes high
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down in the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes 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
Written by Kit Carson