Home on the Range
- 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.
Chorus:
- 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 zephyrs so free,
- The breezes so balmy and light,
- That I would not exchange my home on the range,
- For all of the cities so bright.
The Red man was pressed from this part of the west,
- He's likely no more to return,
- To the banks of the Red River where seldom if ever
- Their flickering campfires burn.
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
- With the light from the glittering stars,
- Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed,
- If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
- The curlew I love to hear cry,
- And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
- That graze on the mountain slopes high.
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
- Flows leisurely down in the stream;
- Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along,
- Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Then I would not exchange my 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.