This page is dedicated to the memory of
Dr. J. L. Burke, Jr.
Superintendent of Schools, Educator, and Friend.
If you knew Dr. Burke, you know the first verse and chorus of this song.
Can't you just picture him with a big smile, on the auditorium stage,
leading the entire student body in unison?
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.
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.
Oh, the air is so pure, The zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and bright,
That I would not exchange My home on the range
For all the cities so bright.
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.
Oh, often at night When the heavens are bright
With the light of glittering stars,
Have I stood there 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.
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