Letra de 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
Thro´ the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.

As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro´ 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!