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 light from the glitterin'stars
Have I stood there amazed
And asked as I gaze
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 :-(