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 lights from the glittering stars,

Have I stood here amazed

And asked, as I gazed

If their glory exceeds that of ours.

Oh give me a land

Where the bright diamond sand

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.