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
The red man was pressed from this part of the west It's not likely he'll ever return To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever His flickering campfires still burn
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 I see the light of those flickering stars Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of love
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