Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Although we will also indulge in joy and luxury
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
No matter how humble the home is, there is no place to compare to it
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there
It's like the magic that descends from the sky makes us feel holy at home
Which seek through the world, is never met with elsewhere
Even if you look all over the world, you can't find a place like this
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
Whenever I walk through the wilderness gaze at the bright moon
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child
Then she remembered that the mother was thinking about her child
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
When she looked at the bright moon from the door of the hut
Through the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more
Walking through the winter honeysuckle groves, the rich scent of trees could no longer comfort my soul
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home!
Home! Home! Sweet home!
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain
For a wanderer who has left his hometown, no matter how gorgeous the brilliance, it is also in vain
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again
A low-eaves hut
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call
The birds are singing
Give me them, and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Give them - and peace of mind, these are more than anything!
There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home!
There is no place to beat home! There is no place to beat home!