Indiana

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight
Atill shinin' bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Oh, I have always been a wanderer
Over land and sea
Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o’er me;
A vision fair I see
Again I long to be;
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight
Atill shinin' bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Indiana home