The happiest nights br I ever know br Are those when I've br No place to go, br And the missus says br When the day is through: br 'To-night we haven't br A thing to do.' br br Oh, the joy of it, br And the peace untold br Of sitting 'round br In my slippers old, br With my pipe and book br In my easy chair, br Knowing I needn't br Go anywhere. br br Needn't hurry br My evening meal br Nor force the smiles br That I do not feel, br But can grab a book br From a near-by shelf, br And drop all sham br And be myself. br br Oh, the charm of it br And the comfort rare; br Nothing on earth br With it can compare; br And I'm sorry for him br Who doesn't know br The joy of having br No place to go.