Текст песни John Denver - Home On The Range
John Denver - Home On The Range слова песни
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roamWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all dayHome, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all dayThe red man was pressed from this part of the westIt`s not likely he`ll ever returnTo the banks of Red River where seldom if everHis flickering campfires still burnHome, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all dayHow often at night when the heavens are brightI see the light of those flickering starsHave I laid there amazed and asked as I gazedIf their glory exceeds that of loveHome, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the skies are not cloudy all day