Home on the Range

1. 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.

CH: 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.



2. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and lite,
That I would not exchange, my home on the range,
For all the cities so birght.

3. How often at night, when the heavens are birhgt,
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

4. Oh give me a land where the birght diamond sand,
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes sliding along,
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

5. I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours,
And the corlew I love to hear scream;
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks,
Grazing on the great mountain tops green.