When Pa was driving the family home from their trip to Pepin, he sang this song. It was one of the few songs he sang without playing his fiddle to the tune of the song.
Home! Sweet Home! Lyrics
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
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!
From Little House in the Big Woods (Chapter 7 Going to Town)