"Home in the Sage"
Home in the Sage
Written by Creative Music Circle
April 2007
Inspired by the book, Where the Buffalo roam by Jacqueline Geis
Featuring wildlife of the Santa Rosa Plateau Ecological Preserve
Sing to the tune of “Home on the Range”
Oh, give me a home
Where the coyotes roam
Where the mule deers and brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day
CHORUS
Home, home in the sage,
Where the deer and the brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh, show me a land
Where the tall live oaks stand
And the bobcats and ground squirrels run
Where the rattlesnake lies still
As the horned lizard will
In the warmth of the afternoon sun
Oh, the cottonwoods grow
Where the creeks in Spring flow
And the young golden eagles are seen
Where boulders hold water
For the creatures in summer
When the meadows are no longer green
CHORUS
Oh, give me a place
Where the hummingbirds race
And the red-shouldered hawk flies so high
Where the wild lilacs bloom
And there’s plenty of room
For the quails and woodpeckers to fly
I’m so glad there’s some space
For the chaparral and sage
For the badger and tarantulas to be free
For the diving beetles to swim
And the frog’s life to begin
And the yellow-rumped warblers to sing
CHORUS
Home, home in the sage,
Where the deer and the brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Written by Creative Music Circle
April 2007
Inspired by the book, Where the Buffalo roam by Jacqueline Geis
Featuring wildlife of the Santa Rosa Plateau Ecological Preserve
Sing to the tune of “Home on the Range”
Oh, give me a home
Where the coyotes roam
Where the mule deers and brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day
CHORUS
Home, home in the sage,
Where the deer and the brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh, show me a land
Where the tall live oaks stand
And the bobcats and ground squirrels run
Where the rattlesnake lies still
As the horned lizard will
In the warmth of the afternoon sun
Oh, the cottonwoods grow
Where the creeks in Spring flow
And the young golden eagles are seen
Where boulders hold water
For the creatures in summer
When the meadows are no longer green
CHORUS
Oh, give me a place
Where the hummingbirds race
And the red-shouldered hawk flies so high
Where the wild lilacs bloom
And there’s plenty of room
For the quails and woodpeckers to fly
I’m so glad there’s some space
For the chaparral and sage
For the badger and tarantulas to be free
For the diving beetles to swim
And the frog’s life to begin
And the yellow-rumped warblers to sing
CHORUS
Home, home in the sage,
Where the deer and the brush rabbits play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day


