Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
But the buffalo's gone, and the deer have moved on
The antelope's home paved away
Where once there was life, now the corporate knife
Cuts the land that was green and so gay
Oh, give me the plains where the bright diamond rains
Once shimmered in clear, flowing streams
Now the land's full of scars, under concrete and cars
And the stars fade from view in our dreams
How often at night, when the city's cold light
Blinds the stars that once guided our way
Do I long for the land where the tall grasses stand
And remember the songs of the day
Oh, give me a land where the tribes once would stand
In harmony with nature's own hand
But the settlers came fast, pushing all to the past
And the people were forced from the land
Oh, give me the trails where their stories prevail
Where the elders once spoke of the sky
Now silence remains, as the memory wanes
And the children ask "why" with a sigh
The buffalo gone, their spirits move on
With the people who danced on this ground
Now echoes are heard, like a lost, distant bird
As their voices are no longer found
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
Lord OTT - My Western Home (Home on the Range - Cyberfolk Version) Lyrics
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Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
But the buffalo's gone, and the deer have moved on
The antelope's home paved away
Where once there was life, now the corporate knife
Cuts the land that was green and so gay
Oh, give me the plains where the bright diamond rains
Once shimmered in clear, flowing streams
Now the land's full of scars, under concrete and cars
And the stars fade from view in our dreams
How often at night, when the city's cold light
Blinds the stars that once guided our way
Do I long for the land where the tall grasses stand
And remember the songs of the day
Oh, give me a land where the tribes once would stand
In harmony with nature's own hand
But the settlers came fast, pushing all to the past
And the people were forced from the land
Oh, give me the trails where their stories prevail
Where the elders once spoke of the sky
Now silence remains, as the memory wanes
And the children ask "why" with a sigh
The buffalo gone, their spirits move on
With the people who danced on this ground
Now echoes are heard, like a lost, distant bird
As their voices are no longer found
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
But the buffalo's gone, and the deer have moved on
The antelope's home paved away
Where once there was life, now the corporate knife
Cuts the land that was green and so gay
Oh, give me the plains where the bright diamond rains
Once shimmered in clear, flowing streams
Now the land's full of scars, under concrete and cars
And the stars fade from view in our dreams
How often at night, when the city's cold light
Blinds the stars that once guided our way
Do I long for the land where the tall grasses stand
And remember the songs of the day
Oh, give me a land where the tribes once would stand
In harmony with nature's own hand
But the settlers came fast, pushing all to the past
And the people were forced from the land
Oh, give me the trails where their stories prevail
Where the elders once spoke of the sky
Now silence remains, as the memory wanes
And the children ask "why" with a sigh
The buffalo gone, their spirits move on
With the people who danced on this ground
Now echoes are heard, like a lost, distant bird
As their voices are no longer found
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where never is heard a discouraging word
And the sky is not clouded all day
Writer: Anthony Prusinowski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid