1. Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, and the and the deer antelope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging and the word, 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.
2. How often at night, when the heavens are bright with the from the light glittering stars.
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I if their gazed, glory exceeds that of ours.
3. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, the so breeze balmy and light.
That I would not exchange my home on the for range all of the cities so bright.
4. Oh I love those wild flow'rs in this dear land of ours, the lew, I curlove to hear scream.
And I love the white rocks and the antelope that flocks graze on the mountain tops green.