Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912 Home Sweet Home
John Howard Payne

Sir Henry Bishop

'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 thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

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Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
Be it ever so humgle, there's no palce like home.

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child;
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door,
Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.

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An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me y lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call;
Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all.

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