Lyrics Home On the Range - The Sons of the Pioneers

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 lights from the glitterin′ stars
Have I stood here amazed
And asked, as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

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
'Tis unlikely he′ll ever return
To the banks of Red River
Where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires 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