(Back Home Again In) Indiana

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 fragnance Through the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home (When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home) Back home again in Indiana (Indiana Indiana Indiana home)