“Home! Sweet Home!” (also known as “Home, Sweet Home”) is a song that has remained well-known for over 150 years.
Mid Pleasures and palaces though I 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 thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home.
Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.An exile from home, spendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that come at my call;
Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all.
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.
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel like 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.
Words by John Howard Payne, music by Henry Rowley Bishop.
The home that Payne wrote of was a little cottage in East Hampton, Long Island. The song was first heard in London in his play “Clari” in 1823.
The theme of the song and the beauty of the melody have given it world-wide fame.Published 1823, now in public domain.
Listen to Norma Procter singing Home, sweet home by Sir Henry Bishop at
The song was reputedly banned from being played in Union Army camps during the American Civil War for being too redolent of hearth and home and so likely to incite desertion.
It was a particular favorite of President Abraham Lincoln and his wife, who requested it in an 1862 performance at the White House by opera singer Adelina Patti.
Needlework portraits of a house with the phrase “Home Sweet Home” have long been an icon.
Cover of the sheet music for a version published in 1914: