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.
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; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that came at my call; Oh, give me that peace of mind, dearer than all.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.