Home on the Range - Silver Spurs

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.

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,

The breezes so balmy and light,

That I would not exchange my home on the range,

For all the cities so bright.

Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand

Flows leisurely down 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.

How often at night when the heavens are bright

With the lights of the glitter 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.