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   And the skies are not cloudy all day      The red man was pressed from this part of the west   It's not likely he'll ever return   To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever   His flickering campfires still burn      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   I see the light of those flickering stars   Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed   If their glory exceeds that of 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