Home by Thomas Crampton — Lyrics

When wandering far on distant soil, Where fortune bade me roam, ’Mid splendid scenes, or joy, or toil, I ne’er forgot my home, Home, home! Sweet, sweet home! Where’er I stray, where’er I roam, I ne’er forget my home, sweet home! I ne’er forget my home. But ah! what must the captive feel, Whose thoughts alone are free! His pallid looks and sighs reveal How much he pines for thee, Home, home! Sweet, sweet home! Where’er I stray, where’er I roam, I ne’er forget my home, sweet home! I ne’er forget my home.