كلمات Home! Sweet Home!

'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 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 that moon from our own cottage door Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more And she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more Home, home, sweet, sweet home Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home