1 '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 through the world, is not met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet home,
There's no place like home.
2 An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain:
Oh! give me my lovely thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call.
Give me them with the peace of mind dearer than all. [Chorus]
3 How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh! give me the pleasure of home. [Chorus]
4 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. [Chorus]
|First Line:||'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam|
|Title:||'Mid pleasures and palaces|
|Topic:||The Christian Graces; Love: The Home|
|Refrain First Line:||Home, home, sweet home|
|Notes:||Author from index: Payne|