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 How often at night when the heavens are bright With a light of the glittering stars Have I stood there 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, a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day Oh, give me a land Where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down the stream Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along Like a maid in her heavenly dream I wouldn't exchange my home on the range For all of their sins out there