1. 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 sky is not clouded all day. CHORUS A home, a home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the sky is not clouded all day. 2. Oh, give me the land where the bright diamond sand Throws its light from the glittering stream Where glideth along the graceful white swan, Like a maid in a heavenly dream. 3. Oh, give me the gale of the Solomon vale, Where life streams with buoyancy flow, On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if ever Any poisonous herbage doth grow. 4. I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours; I love too the wild curley's scream, The bluffs and white rocks and antelope flocks That graze on the hillsides so green. 5. How often at night, when the heavens are bright With the light of the glittering stars, Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds this of ours. 6. The air is so clear, the breeze so pure, The zephyrs so balmy and light, I would not exchange my home here to range Forever in azure so bright.
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