Roy Rogers - Home On The Range Lyrics
Where the deer and the antelope play.Where seldom is heardA discouraging word,And the skies are not cloudy all day.How often at night,When the heavens are brightWith lights from the glitterin' stars,Have I stood here amazedAnd asked, as I gazedIf their glory exceeds that of ours.Home, home on the range,Where the deer and the antelope play.Where seldom is heardA discouraging word,And the skies are not cloudy all day.The Red man was pressedFrom 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 heardA discouraging word,And the skies are not cloudy all day.