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.

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.

How often at night when the heavens are bright,

With the light of the twinkling stars,

Have I stood there amazed and quietly gazed,

At the beauty that stretches so far.

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.

The gentle breeze flows through the valley below,

And it dances among grass and hay.

And the birds in the trees sing a tune with the bees,

As they flutter and wander so merry.

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.

There's a soft, golden glow when the sun starts to show,

Every dawn at the top of the hill.

And the mountains turn bright as they welcome the light,

And the morning is peaceful and still.

When the long day is done and the sky hides the sun,

And the stars twinkle friendly and clear,

You can hear crickets call as the night starts to fall,

And it's calm and there's nothing to fear.

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.