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. Chorus 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 I've stood there amazed, and asked, as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours. Chorus The air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free And the breezes so balmy and light I would not exchange my home on the range For all the cities so bright. Chorus