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Home On The Range Lyrics: 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...

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 BR sung often BR BRWhere the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free BRAnd the breezes so balmy and light BRThat I would not exchange my home on the range BRFor all of the cities so bright BR

Printable Lyrics PDF. Click on the button to download a PDF file with lyrics to this song for free. Lyrics. 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 on the Range Lyrics by Roy Rogers from the Happy Trails: The Roy Rogers Collection 1937-1990 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: 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 sliding along Like the maid in a heavenly dreams. 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.

LYRICS: HOME ON THE RANGE . 1. 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.

Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down in the stream Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along Like a maid in a heavenly dream Then I would not exchange my home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours, The curlew I love to hear cry, And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks, That graze on the mountain slopes high. Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand, Flows leisurely down in the stream; Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along, Like a maid in a heavenly dream.