Текст Burl Ives – Home On The Range

Oh give me home
Where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discour-aging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night
When the heavens are bright
That the light from the glittering stars
As I stood there amazed
And asked as I gazed
That the glory exceeds that of ours

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