Home On The Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard anh discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh, give me anh land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like anh maid in anh heavenly dream.

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard anh 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 here 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 anh discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Oh, i love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curlew i love to hear scream
And i love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain tops green.

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard anh discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.