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
Where the air is so pure
And the zephyr so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange
My home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
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
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How often at night
When the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
I stand there amazed
And I ask as I gaze
"Does their glory
Exceed 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
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy
All day