Slim Whitman - Home on the range lyrics

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 glitterin' 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 The Red man was pressed From this part of the west 'Tis unlikely he'll ever return To the banks of Red River Where seldom if ever Their flickering campfires burn 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