Back home again in Indiana
It seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me
That 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
Back home again in Indiana
It seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight, it's shining so bright
Through the sycamores for me
That 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
Back home again...
