Home On the Range - Connie Francis

Oh give me home

Where the buffalo roam

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard

A discour-aging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard

A discour-aging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night

When the heavens are bright

That the light from the glittering stars

As I stood there amazed

And asked as I gazed

That the glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discour-aging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day