Текст песни Sweet Home Chicago (Live) - Freddie King
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Home
Sweet
Home
Mid
Pleasures
and
palaces
though
I
may
roam,
Be
it
ever
so
humble,
there's
no
place
like
home;
A
charm
from
the
sky
seems
to
hallow
us
there,
Which,
seek
thro'
the
world,
is
ne'er
met
with
elsewhere.
Home.
Home!
Sweet,
sweet
home!
There's
no
place
like
home.
There's
no
place
like
home.
An
exile
from
home,
spendor
dazzles
in
vain,
Oh,
give
me
my
lowly
thatched
cottage
again;
The
birds
singing
gaily,
that
come
at
my
call;
Give
me
them,
with
that
peace
of
mind,
dearer
than
all.
To
thee,
I'll
return,
overburdened
with
care,
The
heart's
dearest
solace
will
smile
on
me
there.
No
more
from
that
cottage
again
will
I
roam,
Be
it
ever
so
humble,
there's
no
place
like
home.
I
gaze
on
the
moon
as
I
tread
the
drear
wild,
And
feel
like
my
mother
now
thinks
of
her
child.
As
she
looks
on
that
moon
from
our
own
cottage
door,
Thro'
the
woodbine
whose
fragrance
shall
cheer
me
no
more.
The
home
that
Payne
wrote
of
was
a
little
cottage
in
East
Hampton,
Long
Island.
The
song
was
first
heard
in
London
in
his
Play
"Clari"
in
1823.
The
air
had
appeared
in
an
early
Collection
of
Bishop's
as
a
Sicilian
tune.
The
theme
of
the
song
And
the
beauty
of
the
melody
have
given
it
world-wide
fame.
Published
1823,
now
in
public
domain.
Source
Harmony
Heritage
Songs
#22
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