Home, Sweet Home

Song: Sir Henry Bishop, John Howard Payne.

Mid pleasures and palaces
Though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
There’s no place like home.
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek thro’ the world,
Is ne’er met with else where.

Home, home sweet, sweet, home,
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home.

I gaze on the moon,
As I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother,
Now thinks of her child.
As she looks on that moon,
From our own cottage door,
Thro’ the woodbine whose fragrance,
Shall cheer me no more.

Chorus

An exile from home splendor
Dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly
Thatched cottage again.
The birds singing gaily,
That come at my call,
Give me them, and that peace
Of mind dearer than all.

Chorus