Home on the Range

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. Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free And the breezes so balmy and light That I would not exchange my home on the range For all of the cities so bright 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 glittering stars I stand there amazed and I ask as I gaze Does their glory exceed that of ours? 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...