Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeat On fields of triumph dirges of defeat; And still we turn on gala-days to tread Among the rustling memories of the dead.

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack; The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.

The storm is ended! The impartial sun Laughs down upon the battle lost and won, And crowns the triumph of the cloudy host In rolling lines retreating to the co…

My home is my paradise. When I come home at night, I feel an overall peaceful sensation. We will never give this place up.

The world's a fine place for those who go out to take it; there's lots of unknown stuff' in it yet. I'll fill your lap, my pretty, so full of treasures that yo…

Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome, at an inn.