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Oh, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes a breath of new-mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash far away
On my Indiana homestead waves the cornfield
In the distant blooms a woodland clear and cool
Oftentimes my thoughts return to scenes of childhood
Where I first received my lessons at the school
But there's one thing that is missing from the picture
From long ago it seems so incomplete
I long to see my mother in the doorway
As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet
Yes, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes a breath of new-mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash far away
On my Indiana homestead waves the cornfield
In the distant blooms a woodland clear and cool
Oftentimes my thoughts return to scenes of childhood
Where I first received my lessons at the school
But there's one thing that is missing from the picture
From long ago it seems so incomplete
I long to see my mother in the doorway
As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet
Yes, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes a breath of new-mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash far away
Yes, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes a breath of new-mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash far away