Indiana [Back Home Again in]

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 it's 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 it's fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the
Moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home