Home, Sweet Home.
’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,
There’s no place like home.
I gaze on the moon, as I trace the drear wild,
And feel that my parent now thinks of her child;