Home again, home again, from a foreign shore;
And, oh, it fills my soul with joy, to meet my friends once more.
Here I dropped the parting tear, to cross the ocean's foam;
But now I'm once again with those who kindly greet me home.
Happy hearts, happy hearts, with mine have laughed in glee;
But, oh, the friends I loved in youth seem happier to me.
And if my guide should be the fate which bids me longer roam,
But death alone can break the tie that binds my heart to home.
Music sweet, music soft, lingers round the place;
And, oh, I feel the childhood charm, that time cannot efface.
Then give me but my homestead roof, I'll ask no palace dome;
For I can live a happy life with those I love at home.