| Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam
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| Where the deer and the antelope play
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| Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
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| And the skies are not cloudy all day
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| Home, home on the range
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| Where the deer and the antelope play
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| Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
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| And the skies are not cloudy all day
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| Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free
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| And the breezes so balmy and light
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| That I would not exchange my home on the range
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| For all of the cities so bright
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| Home, home on the range
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| Where the deer and the antelope play
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| Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
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| And the skies are not cloudy all day
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| How often at night when the heavens are bright
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| With the light of the glittering stars
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| I stand there amazed and I ask as I gaze
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| Does their glory exceed that of ours?
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| Home, home on the range
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| Where the deer and the antelope play
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| Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
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| And the skies are not cloudy all day… |