1. O home beloved, where’er I wander,
On foreign land or distant sea,
As time rolls by my heart grows fonder
And yearns more lovingly for thee!
Though fair be nature’s scenes around me,
And friends are ever kind and true,
Though joyous mirth and song surround me,
My heart, my soul still yearn for you.
2. The flowers around me may be fairer
Than those that bloom upon thy hills;
The streams, great, mighty treasure bearers,
More noted may be than thy rills;
No world renown my humble village
Like these great towns may proudly claim,
Yet my fond heart doth thrill with rapture
When e’er I hear thy humble name.
3. Ye valleys fair and snow-capped mountains,
Ye peaceful hamlets ’mid the trees,
Ye murmuring streams and crystal fountains,
Kissed by the cool, soft, balmy breeze,
Words cannot tell how well I love thee
Nor speak my longing when I roam.
My heart alone can cry to heaven,
“God bless my own dear mountain home.”