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 from the glittering stars

Have I stood here amazed?

And the skies I gaze

If their glory exceeds

That of ours

Oh, I love those wild flowers

In this dear land of ours

The, I love to hear scream

And I love the white rocks

And the antelope flocks

That graze on the mountain tops green

Oh, home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word