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Oh, give me a home where the buffaloes roam |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
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Home, home on the range |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
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Where seldom is heard a discouraging word |
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And the skies are not cloudy all day |
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How often at night when the heavens are bright |
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With the light from the glittering stars |
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Have I stood there amazed and I ask as I gaze |
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IF their glory exceed that of ours? |
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Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sun |
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Flows leisurely down the stream |
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Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along |
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Like a maid in a Heavenly dream |
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Then I would not exchange my home on the range |
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Where the deer and the antelope play |
