It's very nice to go trav'ling. To Paris, London and Rome. It's oh, so nice to go trav'ling. But it's so much nicer. Yes, it's so much nicer to come home.
When you're all alone. All the children grown. And, like starlings, flown away. It gets lonely early, doesn't it?. Lonely early, doesn't it?. Ev'ry single endless day.