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 where the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars, Have I stood there amazed and asked I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down the stream. Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Then I would not exchange my home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play...