With his children on his knee he’s as happy as can be,
For there’s no place like home, sweet home!
How his face with joy is beaming,
When the worldly toil is o’er,
As with eager step he hastens
To his humble cottage door.
Little children run to meet him,
Pleading for a fond caress,
There amongst his well-beloved ones
He can find true happiness!—Chorus.