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| Home Sweet Home (Words John Howard Payne / music Henry Rowley Bishop) Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! Sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home There's no place like home An exile from home, spendor dazzles in vain Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again The birds singing gaily, that come at my call Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all CHORUS To thee, I'll return, overburdened with care The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there No more from that cottage again will I roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild And feel like 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 |