John Howard Payne, 1823
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 ne'er met with elsewhere:
Home! Home! sweet, sweet Home!
|: There's no place like Home! :|
2. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
3. An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain|
Oh, give me my low, thatched cottage again,
The birds singing gaily that come at my call,
Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all.
4. How sweet 'tis to sit neath a fond father's smile,
5. To thee I'll return overburdened with care,
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