The Riverside song book/Home Sweet Home

by John Howard Payne

For other versions of this work, see Home, Sweet Home.

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HOME, SWEET HOME.

John Howard Payne. Sicilian Air.

Moderato.

Mid pleas - ures and pal - a - 'ces though we may roam,

1.

Be it ev - er so hum - ble, there's no place (Omit. . .)

An ex - ile from home, splendor daz - zles in vain:

2.

Oh! give me my low - ky thatch'd cot - tage (Omit. . .)

A charm from the skies seems to

like home; "Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er

The birds sing - ing gai - ly, that

a - gain; Give me these, with the peace of mind

hal - low us there, Omit. . Home, home,—sweet, sweet home! There's

met with (Omit. .) else-where;

came at ray call—

dear - er (Omit . .) than all.

no place like home. There's no place like home.

3 How sweet 't is 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 I give me the pleasures of home! Refrain.

4 To thee I'll return, overburdened with care.
The heart's 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. Refrain.