Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam

How often at night, when the heavens are bright

Where the deer and the antelope play...

I see the light of those flickering stars

Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word

Have I laid there amazed, and asked as I gazed,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

If their glory exceeds that of my love

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