Home On The Range - Slim Whitman

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

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 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

I would not exchange

My home on the range

For all the cities have bright