REFRAIN
Home, home on the range!
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy or grey.

Oh, give me a gale in some Southern vale,
Where the stream of life joyfully flows,
On the banks of the river, where seldom if ever,
Any poisonous herb - i - age grows.

Home, home on the range!
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy or grey.

Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sands
Lie awash in the glittering stream,
Where days glide along in pleasure and song,
And afternoons pass as a dream.

Home, home on the range!
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy or grey.