|Home, Sweet Home H.R. Bishop |
'Mid pleasures and palaces though I 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 ghro' the world, is ne'er me with elsewhere.
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 come at my call;
Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all.