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 Chorus 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 The red man was pressed from this part of the west It's not likely he'll ever return To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever His flickering campfires still burn How often at night when the heavens are bright By the light of the flickering stars Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours