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 the light of the glittering stars
 Have I stood there amazed and I ask as I gaze
 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
 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