(Back Home Again in) Indiana
Ballard MacDonald, James F. Hanley
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me
That 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, ooh it's shining so 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