(Back Home Again In) Indiana

Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight still shining bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new-mown 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

Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight still shining bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new-mown 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