Frank Sinatra - Home on the range

O give me a home where the buffaloe 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 How often at night when the heavens are bright With the light of the glittering stars I stand there amazed & I ask as I gaze If their glory exceed that of ours Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sun 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 deer and the antelope play