1 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble there is no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow on there,
Which seek through the world is not met with elsewhere.
Chorus:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
2 An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
O, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call
And sweet peace of mind, which is dearer than all. [Chorus]
3 If home I return overburdened with care,
The heart's dearest solace I'm sure to meet there;
The bliss I experience, whenever I come,
Make no other place seem like home, sweet, sweet home. [Chorus]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam |
Title: | Sweet Home |
Refrain First Line: | Home, home, sweet, sweet home |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ['Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam] |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Source: | Sicilian Air |