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 through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
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 the moon from our own cottage door
Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
there’s no place like home
An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain
Oh, give me my low, thatched cottage again,
The birds singing gaily that come at my call,
Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
there’s no place like home
How sweet ‚tis to sit neath a fond father’s smile
And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile
Let others delight ‚mid new pleasures to roam
But give me, oh give me the pleasures of home
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
there’s no place like home
To thee I’ll return overburdened with care
The hearts 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
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
there’s no place like home
Text: John Howard Payne (1823)
Musik: Henry Rowley Bishop (1823), in Deutschland auch auf die Melodie von „Wo findet die Seele die Heimat der Ruh“, die nahezu identisch ist mit Ihr Kinderlein kommet
Volkstümliche Lieder der Deutschen (1895, nur Strophen 1. und 3.)
