Oh 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 lights from the glitterin' stars

Have I stood here amazed

And asked as I gazed

If their glory exceeds 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

The Red man was pressed

From this part of the west

'Tis unlikely he'll ever return

To the banks of Red River

Where seldom if ever

Their flickering campfires burn

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