Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roamWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day
The red man was pressed from this part of the westIt's not likely he'll ever returnTo the banks of Red River where seldom if everHis flickering campfires still burn
Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day
How often at night when the heavens are brightI see the light of those flickering starsHave I laid there amazed and asked as I gazedIf their glory exceeds that of love
Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day
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