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
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Throws its light from the glittering stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Home, home on the range...
Oh the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and bright
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
Home, home on the range...
How often at night, when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood here 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