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

The red man was pressed from this part of the west

It's not likely he'll ever return

To the banks of red river where seldom if ever

His flickering campfires still 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

How often at night when the heavens are bright

I see the light from the glittering stars

Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed

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