

(hummmm) (wheeew) The wind is howling cold tonight
In this lawless dusty land
But you are safe,
my little sister
Just hold your brother's hand
The Silverado stars are bright Above our quiet bed
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
I missed my little cowgirl so
While riding on the trail
But now I'm back to sing to you
Behind this wooden veil
So close your eyes,
the dangers fade
Let sleep wash away the fear
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
Go to sleep, little cowgirl
Sleep tight... (hummmm)