Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam,
Where the dear 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 dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day So often at night, when the heavens are bright,
From the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed
If the glory exceeds that of ours Home, home on the range
Where the dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day