O give me a home where the buffaloe 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                    How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light of the   glittering stars I stand there amazed and I ask as I gaze                       If their glory exceed that of ours Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sun                                  Flows leisurely   down 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