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This is a great ABC list about Kansas
(words by Brewster Higley, music by Daniel Kelley)
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
Chorus:
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
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
(Repeat Chorus)
Where the air is so pure, 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
(Repeat Chorus)
Oh, I love those wild flow'rs in this dear land of ours
The curlew, I love to hear scream
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountaintops green
(Repeat Chorus)
Kansas Pioneers(Velma West) "When we came to Kansas," grandfather said, "I shot plenty of deer," he reminisced, "I broke the sod for some corn and wheat |
Why I Love Kansas(Ann Lindholm) When it's Christmas time in Kansas, You can tell you're in Kansas, The weather here is wonderful, |
(Trini Lopez)
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I'm going to Kansas City, I'm gonna be standing on the corner, |
Well, I might take a train, |
(Rea Williams)
There's enthralling beauty in a waking world
As again the sun's reborn
Over a dew-drenched sparkling land
Of a lovely Kansas morn.
Birds with cheerful song awing
Dispel the gloom of night
Lifting my spirit to realms of peace
In ethereal glowing light.
No other time can quite compare
With the morning hush that stills
Tumultuous sounds of another night
Along those Kansas hills.
(Rea Williams)
At eventide of a beautiful day
For a moment before I rest,
I pause to gaze in breathless awe
At the sunset in the west.
Majestic cedars with shimmering boughs
Like lofty cathedral spires
Proclaim the beauty of the Master's brush
While another day expires.
I'm not imbued with proper words
To describe His glowing canvas
As He paints another celestial scene
In the western skies of Kansas.
The Kansas Emigrants(John Greenleaf Whittier) WE cross the prairie as of old We go to rear a wall of men We're flowing from our native hills |
We go to plant her common schools Upbearing, like the Ark of old, No pause, nor rest, save where the streams We'll tread the prairie as of old |
Kansas(Vachel Lindsay) Oh, I have walked in Kansas Each sheaf a little yellow sun, Straight overhead the orb of noon Yet it was gay in Kansas, And we felt free in Kansas She stretches arms for them to come, |
We sang in burning Kansas We sang in splendid Kansas We feasted high in Kansas Our beds were sweet alfalfa hay I loved to watch the windmills spin For all men dream in Kansas The wind would drive the glittering clouds, |
Some of these people were born here, others just lived a part of their life in the state.
