11. HOME ON THE RANGE Oh give me home Where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard A discour-aging 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 discour-aging word And the skies are not cloudy all day
How often at night When the heavens are bright That the light from the glittering stars As I stood there amazed And asked as I gazed That the glory exceeds that of ours Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discour-aging word And the skies are not cloudy all day