| lyric | 1. Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
where the deer and the antilope 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 antilope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
and the skies are not cloudy all day.
2. Where the air is so pure and the zephyr so free,
and the breezes so balmy and light,
that I would not exchange
my home on the range
for all the cities so bright. |