Back home again in Indiana,
 And it seems that I can see
 The gleaming candle light, still burning bright, 
 Through the Sycamores for me.
 The new-mown hay sends all its fragnance
 Through the fields I used to roam.
 When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
 Then I long for my Indiana home.
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 (When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
 Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home)

 Back home again in Indiana...
 (Indiana Indiana Indiana home)