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Home On The Range - Roy Rogers
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
Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my 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
The Red man was pressed
From this part of the west
'Tis unlikely he'll ever return
To the banks of Red River
Where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn
How often at night
When the heavens are bright
With lights from the glitterin' stars
Have I stood here 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
Oh I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curlew I love to hear cry
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain slopes high
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down in the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
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
