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 fragrance Through the fields I used to roam When i dream about the moonlinght on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home
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 fragrance Through the fields I used to roam When i dream about the moonlinght on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home