The Singers' Companion/Home, Sweet, Home

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 through 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!

An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain;
Oh ! give me my lowly thatched cottage again,
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call,
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than
all.
Home, home ! sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home ! There’s no place
like home !