Текст песни Home On the Range - Slim Whitman

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
How often at night
When the heavens are bright
With a light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there 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
Oh give me a land
Where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down from the stream;
Where the graceful white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid in her heavenly dream
I wouldn't exchange, my home on the range
For all of their sins out there