Back Home Again In Indiana

Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see That gleaming candlelight still burning bright Through the sycamores for me That new mown hay sends all its fragrance From the fields I used to roam Oh I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home Back home again in Indiana oh it seems that I can see That gleaming candlelight still flickering bright Through the sycamores for me Lotsa mown hay sends all its fragrance From the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash And I long for my Indiana home