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 from the glittering stars,

Have I stood there 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.