How often at night, when the heavens are bright with the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there, amazed, and asked as I gazed, if their glory exceeds that of ours.
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 sky is 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 sky is not cloudy all day.
How I love the wildflowers in this bright land of ours,
and the sound when the meadowlarks sing.*
All the bluffs and white rocks, and the antelope flocks
that graze on the prairie, so green.
No, I would not exchange my old home on the range,
where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
and the sky is not cloudy all day. Home.
— Brewster M. Higley (1823-1911)
*Additional Lyrics by Jacob Narverud