Home tho 'tis Strange

All Credit to Hillbilly Taoist

To the following tune:

Oh! Give me a home where the wendigo roam,
Where not-deer and jackalope play,
Where never is heard a discouraging word
Ere the evil eye turneth your way.
Chorus—
Home, home tho 'tis strange
Where not-deer and jackalope play,
Where never is heard a discouraging word
Ere the evil eye turneth your way.

Oh, give me the gale of the thunderbird's wail,
With jellyfish and mothmen to fly,
'Bove the banks of the rivers, where seldom if ever,
Champ and Chessie ain't foundering by.
Chorus—

Oh, give me the land where Bigfoot's at hand,
And skinwalkers stalking man's dreams,
While strideth along, river dinos go on
From the fountain of youth's sweet streams.
Chorus—

I love the witching hours in this wild land of ours,
I love, too, the rougarou's scream,
The craggy grey rocks and the ghosts in their stocks
That give the haunted houses their theme.
Chorus—

How often at night, when the heavens are bright
By the light of the UFO,
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
What else is there do we not know.
Chorus—

The land is so pure, tho there is much to fear,
From all that goes bump in the night,
I would not exchange my home here to range
Away to the pleiades bright.
Chorus—

The red man was pressed from the East, out the West,
He's gone, never more to return,
Will the white man follow, for his works have grown hollow,
A cryptid faint framed by the fern.
Chorus—

Oh, I will not change my home on the range
For progress and stark towers grey,
Aye, the word is true, that the evil eye's blue
And the evil eye turneth their way.
Chorus—
Home, home tho 'tis strange
Where not-deer and jackalope play,
Where often is heard a discouraging word
And the evil eye's turned their way.