John Howard Payne — Home Sweet Home

'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 elsewhere 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 Home, home, sweet sweet home There's no place like home There's no place like home An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gaily that came at my call: Give me them and that peace of mind, dearer than all Home, home, sweet sweet home There's no place like home There's no place like home