Home, sweet home, when the heart is sad And the path is rough for weary feet, No other place can boast thy charm, No other haven prove so sweet; A father's smile, a mother's kiss: Has earth a dearer charm than this?
Long may thy loved be spared to thee, And as the tide of years roll on With all its burdens, joys, and cares, Still may this blessing be thine own. O, home! sweet home! bereft of thee No joy in life can perfect be.
