Is there any word sweeter than the word ‘Home’
In Asia or Australia, in U.K. or in Rome
No, however much you may roam
Or the whole world, with a tooth-pick, comb
You can never ever find a place like your home
Whether a house is drab or dull
Whether it is busy, or always has a lull
To its owners it is always the best in the world
Though its chimney may be straight, and grate may be curled.
So you see what a deep meaning the word ‘Home’ has
Whether classical music is played in it, or jazz
For through palaces and towers though you may roam
There is never going to be a place like your home.