At home! at home! how the word
Rises rejoicingly from my lips!
For that happiness which God has meted out to me,
Twines itself, rich in scent and radiance,
A full, fresh wreath of blossoms,
At home about my hearth.

  At home! at home! after toil and burden
Oh, how enticingly rest beckons,
When I have returned home at eventide,
And greeting upon greeting rings outs,
And my wife and children encircle me joyfully
At home beside my hearth.

  At home! at home! the bustle of the world
Sounds distantly around my quiet house;
I forget that which weighs me down,
I forgive that which aggrieved me.
My heart, immersed in peace, rests
At home beside my hearth.

  At home! at home! faithfulness keeps watch
At my threshold day and night;
Sternly it denies entrance to everything
That is not appropriate for a German man
And that cannot stand before God,
At home beside my hearth.

  At home! at home! but whoever adorns
My hearth for me, may his hand be pressed;
I treasure the smallest gift,
A picture, a little song of pure joy,
A fairy-tale for the lively group
At home beside my hearth.

  At home! at home! and should it come to pass
And if the enemy should break into the land,
Then my heart would flame, then my sword would yearn
For the hand of the free man,
And angrily I would tear it from the wall
At home beside my hearth.

  At home! at home! when song upon song
Dies away and image upon image flees,
My gaze is directed upwards
To where my new homeland greets me,
When my eyes close in death
At home beside my hearth.