Home on the Range

Oh give me a home where the buffalo roamWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all dayHome, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all dayOh give me a land where the bright diamond sandFlows leisurely down the streamWhere the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dreamHome, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all dayOh often at night, when the heavens are brightHave I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
From the light of the glittering starsIf their glory exceeds that of oursHome, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day