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
I stood there amazed
And I askd as I gazed
Does their glory exceed 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.