On the Banks of the Wabash
Paul Dresser
Oh the moonlight is fair tonight
Along the Wabash
From the fields there comes
A breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores
The candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash
Far away
Oh the moonlight's fair tonight
Along the Wabash
From the fields there comes a breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores
The candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash
Far away
On the banks of the Wabash
Far away