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Home Sweet Home
(Words John Howard Payne / music Henry Rowley Bishop)


Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there
Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home
There's no place like home

An exile from home, spendor dazzles in vain
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again
The birds singing gaily, that come at my call
Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all

CHORUS

To thee, I'll return, overburdened with care
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there
No more from that cottage again will I roam
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
And feel like 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