It’s nice to have a home of your own

It’s nice to have a home of your own. 

On Sunday evening when the weather's fine, 
The wife an you have both got on your best, 
The youngsters are in bed then you go out for a walk,
And look at lots of mansions down the West, 
Sometimes it makes you wish that you were rich, 
And you havn't got to go to work each day, 
But when you think of others who have'nt got a home, 
You turn round to the Missis and you say 

It's nice to have a home of your own, 
And sit by your own fireside, 
You've only got a table and a chair, 
It‘s all yours and you're welcome there, 
You're as good as anybody in the land, 
As happy as a king upon his throne, 
What more do you want when you've got the wife and children, 
And a nice little home of your own, 

In the winter when the nights are long, 
You sit round by the fire and have your tea, 
The missus lights the lamp she then pulls down the blind, 
The youngsters start climbing on your knee, 
It's nice to hear them call you 'Daddy dear', 
There's no love in the world go good as theirs, 
And when they start telling you what they learn at school, 
You quite forget your troubles and your cares, 

Now sometimes misfortunes come along, 
Well, trade is bad and things look very black, 
Don't it cheer you up when you hear your little wife, 
Tell you not to worry, 'cheer up Jack!' 
It fairly puts a new heart in a man, 
You say there's something after all in life, 
When you think to yourself that things are 'not so bad,' 
When you look round at your children and you're wife