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 lights from 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!
Oh, give me a land
Where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream
There the graceful, white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream!
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!
Where the air is so pure
The zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange
My home on the range
For all of the cities so bright!
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, I love those wild flowers
In this dear land of ours
The curlew I love to hear scream
And I love the white rocks
And the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain tops green
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!