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
I stand here amazed and asked as I gaze
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sun
Flows leisurely down the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Then I would not exchange
my 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
Home where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day