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 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 in 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 antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day