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 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 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 I see the light of those flickering stars Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of love 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 dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.