Home on the range

Oh, ^Fgive me a home where the ^B♭buffalo ^B♭mroam,
And the ^Dmdeer and the ^G7antelope ^C7play,
Where ^Fseldom is heard a ^B♭discouraging ^B♭mword
And the ^Dmskies are not ^C7cloudy all ^Fday.
        ^FHome, ^C7home on the ^Frange,
        Where the ^Dmdeer and the ^G7antelope ^C7play;
        Where ^Fseldom is heard a ^B♭discouraging word
        And the ^Fskies are not ^C7cloudy all ^Fday.

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering 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.