State Song Of Kansas

State Song Of Kansas

“Home on the Range” IS The Official State Song Of Kansas. Kansas officially adopted “Home on the Range” by Dr. Brewster Higley as the official state song in 1947. The words of the Kansas State Song “Home on the Range,” originally entitled “My Western Home, “was written by Dr. Bewster Higley, a pioneer Kansas physician, in his cabin on Beaver Creek near Smith Center in 1871 or 1872.  

State Song Of Kansas “My Western Home” as originally written consisted of six verses.  Those most often used are the first and fifth. The second verse mentions the “banks of the Beaver” which refers to Beaver Creek in Kansas and the “gale of the Solomon vale” which refers to the Solomon river valley in this state. Although Kansas State Song “Home on the Range” has become known as a cowboy song, the phrase, “Home on the Range” does not appear at all in the original words.  

While “Home on the Range” has become more popular than “My Western Home,” an examination of the changed version of the music or verses reveals it as the same. The State Song Of Kansas, “Home on the Range” is as truly Kansas as the sunflower and the Jayhawks and has grown to such immense popularity that admirers in other states have often tried to change the words to make them applicable to their locality.

 

LYRICS:

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 clouded 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.

 

VERSE 2

Oh, give me the gale of the Solomon vale,

Where life streams with buoyancy flow,

On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever

Any poisonous herbage doth grow.

 

VERSE 3

Oh, give me the land where the bright diamond sand

Throws its light from the glittering stream

Where glideth along with the graceful white swan,

Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

 

VERSE 4

I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours;

I love too the wild Curley’s scream,

The bluffs and white rocks and antelope flocks

That graze on the hillsides so green.

 

VERSE 5

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 glory exceeds this of ours.

 

VERSE 6

The air is so pure, the breezes so free,

The zephyrs so balmy and light,

I would not exchange my home here to range

Forever in azure so bright.