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