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