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