Home On The Range

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 lights from the glittering stars,
 Have I stood here amazed
 And asked, as 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.
 Where seldom is heard
 A discouraging word,
 And the skies are not cloudy all day.
 Home,
 Where the deer and the antelope play.
 Where seldom is heard
 A discouraging word,
 And the skies are not cloudy all day.