Laughter without a home
Wandering mournfully,
Came to a great man's lips:
" May I have lodging here? " —
" This is the home of Pride. "

Laughter without a home
Wandering mournfully,
Came to a scholar's lips:
" May I have lodging here? " —
" Here dwelleth Gravity. "

Laughter without a home
Wandering mournfully,
Came to my sweetheart's lips:
" May I have lodging here? " —
" This is the home of Love,
Just now a kiss has come,
'T was you we waited for. "