Oh, give me a home where the buffaloes 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 from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and I ask as I gaze
IF their glory exceed that of ours?
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sun
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