The sun surveys a lovely scene From softly smiling skies; And wildly through unnumbered trees The wind of winter sighs: Now loud, it thunders o'er my head, And now in distance dies. But give me back my barren hills Where colder breezes rise; Though all around this mansion high Invites the foot to roam, And though its halls are fair within-- Oh, give me back my home. For yonder garden, fair and wide, With groves of evergreen, Long winding walks, and borders trim, And velvet lawns between; Though all around this mansion high Invites the foot to roam, And though its halls are fair within-- Oh, give me back my HOME!