Home on the Range

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
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 here amazed?
And the skies I gaze
If their glory exceeds
That of ours

Oh, I love those wild flowers
In this dear land of ours
The, I love to hear scream
And I love the white rocks
And the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain tops green
Oh, home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word



Credits
Writer(s): Ted Kowalski, David Troy Somerville, Mike Douglas, Bill Reed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link