Исполнитель: | Traditional (English) |
Пользователь: | ralph estes |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
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 thro' the world, is ne'er met elsewhere
Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home
There's no place like home!
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
And gave me the peace of mind dearer than all
Home, home, sweet, sweet home
There's no place like home, there's no place like 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
Home, sweet home, there’s no place like home
Home, sweet home, there’s no place like home
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 will cheer me no more
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 and that peace of mind, dearer than all
Home, sweet home, there’s no place like home
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home