"FOR YOUR DISCERNMENT!!!"
"Fair Use for Information or Discussion Purposes"

You "may" or may NOT enjoy this version of "Home on the Range",
but, at least the pictures show what our forefathers had to put up
with to give this land its freedom. God allowed us to make many
mistakes but put "freedom" in the hearts of many first brought
here by Pilgrims who were fleeing religious persecution. We have
thought we know better and made many substitutes. We have
come up with, so called, "good" ideas for religion that stray from
the original Pilgrims desire for the Son of God Who alone gives us
TRUE FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus is THE "ONLY" WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tell someone they are on the wrong road, and they're insulted
like the Pharisees:

John 8 (NKJV)

The Truth Shall Make You Free

31 Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, “If you
abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. 32 And you shall
know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

33 They answered Him, “We are Abraham’s descendants, and
have never been in bondage to anyone. How can You say, ‘You
will be made free’?”

One more thing............

Grapes need to be SQUEEZED to produce wine. By now, MANY
should have TAKEN HEED from the signs but the churches have
seen fit to NOT allow such extremism. They take away the wine.
They say you don't need to be SQUEEZED to have good wine!!!
During the Tribulation, such tapes, CD's, etc. which taught some
"easy" "lesser" wine of falseness, I'm sure, will be considered
WORTHLESS! MANY will say, "Why did we listen to those who did
NOT warn or teach us correctly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

We need to be AWAY FROM HERE!!!!!!!!!!

We need to be in our ETERNAL, "HOME ON THE RANGE"!!!

Isaiah 26 (NKJV)

Take Refuge from the Coming Judgment

20 Come, my people, enter your chambers,
And shut your doors behind you;
Hide yourself, as it were, for a little moment,
Until the indignation is past.
21 For behold, the Lord comes out of His place
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity;
The earth will also disclose her blood,
And will no more cover her slain.


HOME ON THE RANGE - Original 1873 Lyrics & Chorus- Tom Roush


Uploaded on Feb 6, 2011
This and other songs of 19th century America are available
on my CD - 'SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD' available at:

http://musicoftomroush.com/

and iTunes at:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/silver-threads-among-the-gold/id494363241

This and other songs of 19th century America are available on
my CD - 'SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD' available at:

http://musicoftomroush.com/
"Home On the Range" was adopted as the Kansas State song in
1947. It, however, uses a later version than the original. This version,
that I recorded of six verses, uses the original lyrics and chorus that
Brewster Higley wrote in his 1873 poem 'My Western Home.' Very few
people today have ever heard the original lyrics and chorus as it was
written. These lyrics are not ones that you'll hear sitting around a
campfire today. Many of the pictures in this video were taken around
the time that this song was written. You will see proud people standing
in front of their sod houses. 'Home On the Range' is the Kansas state
song. ATTENTION NITPICKERS: It is known that there are no true
antelope in North America. However, the Pronghorn has been called
an antelope since the first Europeans arrived. These are the animals
that are referred to as antelope in the lyrics.As with all of my videos,
I played all of the instruments and sang all vocals.

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 sky is not cloudy all day.

Chorus
A home! A home!
Where the Deer and the Antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not clouded all day.

Oh! give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering streams,
Where glideth along the graceful white swan,
Like the maid in her heavenly dreams.


Oh! give me a gale of the Solomon vale,
Where the life streams with buoyancy flow;
On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herbage doth grow.


How often at night, when the heavens were bright,
With the light of the twinkling stars
Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceed that of ours.

I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours,
I love the wild curlew's shrill scream;
The bluffs and white rocks, and antelope flocks
That graze on the mountains so green.


The air is so pure and the breezes so fine,
The zephyrs so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home here to range
Forever in azures so bright.