There's a land in the West where nature is best. With a beauty so vast and austere, And though you have flown off to cities unknown, Your memories bring you back here Home, home on the range Where the deer and 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 And the breezes so balmy and light That I would not exchange my home on the range For all of the cities so bright The canyons and hills like old twisted roots And the sandstone of ancient stream beds In the sunset they rise to dazzle our eyes With their lavenders, yellows, and reds. 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 beauty 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 - I think this is the Frank Sinatra cover with other lyrics mixed in
My dad loved this show on the radio. Glad to find it on UA-cam.
We saw you all Live at Wolf Trap in Vienna, Virginia sometime back in the early 80s.
as always prairie home puts on great show
There's a land in the West where nature is best.
With a beauty so vast and austere,
And though you have flown off to cities unknown,
Your memories bring you back here
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and 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
And the breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
The canyons and hills like old twisted roots
And the sandstone of ancient stream beds
In the sunset they rise to dazzle our eyes
With their lavenders, yellows, and reds.
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 beauty 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
- I think this is the Frank Sinatra cover with other lyrics mixed in
Sara Watkins reminds me of what my dad used to say - if you can't sing well, sing loud.