Indiana

Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleamin' candlelight, still 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, still 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