




        Home For The Holidays 
        Stillman & Allen, 1954







Oh, there’s no place like home
   for the holidays,
Cause no matter how far away you roam,
When you pine for the sunshine
   of a friendly face,
For the holidays, you can’t beat
   home, sweet home.





I met a man who lives in Tennessee 
   and he was headed for 
Pennsylvania and some 
   homemade pumpkin pie.
From Pennsylvania folks are trav’ling o’er 
   to Dixie’s sunny shore.
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee,
   the traffic is terrific. Oh
There’s no place like home for the holidays,
Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays you can’t beat
   home sweet home.
I met a man who lives in Saskatoon 
   and he was headed for 
Nova Scotia and some 
   homemade pumpkin pie.
From Nova Scotia folks are trav’ling o’er 
   to B.C.’s sunny shore.
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee,
   the traffic is terrific. Oh
There’s no place like home for the holidays,
Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays you can’t beat
   home sweet home.
