O give me a home where the buffaloes roam
Where the dear and the antilope play
Where seldom is heard a dicouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Refrein:
Home, home on the range
Where the dear and the antilope play
Where seldom is heard a dicouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night, when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Where the air is so pure and the zephrys so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright