Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, has ne'er met me elsewhere.
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that came 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,
There's no place like home.
No place like home.
There's no place like home.