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