Home on the Range - Michael Martin Murphey

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

The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west

It’s not likely he’ll ever return

To the banks of Red River, where seldom, if ever

His flickering campfires still burn

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

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