Home Sweet Home

John Howard Payne

（1）

Mid pleasures and palaces tHUOgh we may roam，

Be it ever so humble，there ’s no place like home；

A charm from the sky 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！

（2）

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，

Through 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！

（3）

An exile from home，splendor dazzles in vain；

Oh，give me my lowly thatch’d cottage again！

The birds singing gaily，that came at my call—

Give me them，—and the peace of mind，dearer than all！

Home！Home！Sweet，sweet Home！

There’s no place like Home！There’s no place like Home！