"Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam, and 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.
How often at night
When the heavens are bright
With the lights from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed
And asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.