david allan coe
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.  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 lights from the glittering stars, Have I stood here amazed And asked, as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours.  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.  Then I would not exchange My 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.  Home, Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard A discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day.