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.