HOME, SWEET HOME.
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(By John Howard Payne.)
Key of E Flat.
’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. Home, home, sweet, sweet home; there’s no place like home Oh, there’s no place 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. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds, singing gaily, that came at my call; Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc.
