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
where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed
and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
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
Then give me a land
where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
Where the deer and the antelop play
Where the seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day



Credits
Writer(s): George A. Tipton, Traditional
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