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

Oh, give me a land 
where the bright diamond sand
flows leisurely down the clear 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
and the breezes so balmy and light,
Then I would not exchange 
the home on the range
for all of the cities so bright

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 of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed 
and asked as I gazed
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.

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.