Home, dear home, we never can forget

[1] Home, dear home, we never can forget;
Friends, dear friends, we often there have met;
Pressed by care, or pierced by grief,
Home has afforded us a sweet relief.

Refrain:
Tender memories round thee twine,
Like the ivy green round the pine;
Over land and sea we may roam,
Still will we cherish thee,
our own dear home.

[2] Lured by gain we seek a foreign shore,
Worn and weary heap the golden ore;
Still our yearning hearts demand
Rest in the homestead in our native land. [Refrain]

Source: New Harmonia Sacra (Legacy ed.) #437