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. [ piano ] (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)