Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the golfers try to play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy today

Home, home at the Villages
Where the golfers try to play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy today

How often at night when the heavens are bright
I go to the Villages Square
And I’ve stood there amazed as I gazed and I gazed

At all the Merchants gathered there!

Home, home at the Villages
Where the golfers try to play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy today

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright

Home, home at the Villages
Where the golfers try to play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy today