Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills
  And the mountain so high where the cataract spills
  Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills
  Hear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hills
  The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
  The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
  The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
  Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow
  Let the silver sands change where the prairie winds blow
  Let the wanderers sing where the wanderers go
  Let the melody ring for it's happy I know
  The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
  The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
  The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
  Let me follow the trail where the buffalo roam
  Let a silver cloud sail where the setting sun shone
  Let the local wolf wail in a broken-heart tone
  Let it storm, let it gale, still the prairie's my home
  The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
  The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
  The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
  The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
  The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
  The prairie's my home!