Home on the Range Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

Oh, give me a home, where the buffalo roam
Where the dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard, a discouragin′ word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard, a discouragin' word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
How often at night, when the heavens are bright, With the lights from the glitterin′ stars,
Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours?
Oh, give me a land, where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Then, I would not exchange my home on the range
Where the dear and the antelope play