Full Lyrics
’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 sought thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere:
Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home!
An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, come at my call;
And give me the peace of mind dearer than all:
from Clari, or the Maid of Milan
