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 dayChorus
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 lights from the glittering stars; Have I stood there a mazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours. Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down the stream; Where the graceful, white swan goes gliding along, Like a maid in a heavenly dream. Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free, The breezes so balmy and light, That I would not exchange my home on the range For all of the cities so bright. Oh, I love those wild flowers in this dear land of ours, The curlew I love to hear scream, And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks That graze on the mountain tops green.
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