Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,Where the deer and the antelope play,Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not clouded all day.
CHORUSA home, a home where the deer and the antelope play,Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not clouded all day.
Oh, give me the gale of the Solomon vale,Where life streams with buoyancy flow,On the banks of the Beaver, where seldom if everAny poisonous herbage doth grow.
Oh, give me the land where the bright diamond sandThrows its light from the glittering streamWhere glideth along the graceful white swan,Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
I love the wild flowers in this bright land of ours;I love too the wild curley's scream,The bluffs and white rocks and antelope flocksThat graze on the hillsides so green.
How often at night, when the heavens are brightWith the light of the glittering stars,Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazedIf their glory exceeds this of ours.
The air is so pure, the breezes so free,The zephyrs so balmy and light,I would not exchange my home here to rangeForever in azure so bright.
