| lyric | 1. Mid pleasures and palaces
though we may roam,
be it e’er so humlbe
there’s no place like Home!
A charm from the skies
seems to hallow us there,
wich, seek thtough the world,
is ne’er met with else where.
Ref.: Home, Home! sweet, sweet Home!
There’s no place like Home.
2. AnExile from Home
splendour dazzles in vain,
oh! give me my lowly
thatch’d cottage again!
Te birds singin gaily,
that came at my call;
give me them with the peace
of mind dearer than all. |