Home on the Range Songtext
von Michael Martin Murphey

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 skies are 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 skies are not cloudy all day


The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west
It′s not likely he'll ever return
To the banks of Red River, where seldom, if ever
His flickering campfires still burn

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens are bright
I see the light of those glittering stars
Have I laid there amazed and asked, as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours


Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day