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 where the heavens are bright,
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there 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.
Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand,
Flows leisurely down to the stream,
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along,
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Oh I would not exchange my old 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.
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