Home On the Range
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.
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the glittering stars,
Have I stood there 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.
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