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.
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand flows leisurely down the stream,
where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play,
where the graceful white swan goes gliding along like a maid in a heavenly dream.
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, where the breezes are balmy and bright,
no, I'd not exchange my home on the range, for all of your city is so bright.
How often at night, when the heavens are bright, with the light of the glittering stars,
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play,
have I stood 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.
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.