An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain,Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again;The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all. — John Howard Payne Copy Share Image
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, There's no place like home. — John Howard Payne Copy Share Image
An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain,Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again;The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,Give me… — John Howard Payne Copy Share Image
