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 ne'er met with elsewhere.
Refrain:
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 sweetly, that came at my call;
Give me, then, that peace of mind dearer than all.
3.
To us, in despite of the absence of years,
How sweet the remembrance of home still appears;
From allurements abroad which but flatter the eye,
The unsatisfied heart turns and says with a sigh'