Back home again in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleaming candle light, still shining bright, Through the Sycamores for me. The new-mowed hay sends all its fragrance From 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 Back home again in Indiana... (Indiana Indiana Indiana home)
Back home again in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleaming candle light, still shining bright, Through the Sycamores for me. The new-mowed hay sends all its fragrance From 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 Back home again in Indiana... (Indiana Indiana Indiana home)
