1 Precious indeed those words are to me, "Mother and home, mother and home,"
Precious indeed they ever will be, While o'er the world I roam.
Cheer they impart when dark is the way, Hope they bestow when drear is the day;
Memories sweet they ever will stay, Mother and "home sweet home."

2 Often at night in fancy I see, "Mother and home, mother and home,"
Often in dreams God brings them to me, While o'er the world I roam.
Visions of childhood days of delight, Visions of joys and pleasures so bright;
Visions that cheer my soul thru the night, Mother and "home sweet home."

3 Helping my soul to stand and be true, "Mother and home, mother and home,"
Helping me here my duty to do, while o'er the world I roam.
Keeping me close to heaven's own Dove, Keeping my spirit, looking above;
Hoping to meet the dear ones I love, Mother and "home sweet home."