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 ^Fskies 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.