Home, Sweet Home(2)
August 19, 2008 10:18pm CST
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, Through the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. ome! Home! Sweet, sweet Home! There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home!