(Back Home Again In) Indiana

Indiana, our Indiana Indiana, we're all for you Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight Still burning bright Through the sycamores for me The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance Through the fields I used to roam And when I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash How I long to see my Indiana home Indiana, our Indiana Indiana, we're all for you Back home again in Indiana I can see them watching me Everyone is white Ignorance is blight Through the sycamores For Me Me Me Me