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.

Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word.
An the skies are not cloudy all day.

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