And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight,
Still shinin' 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.
Oh, I have always been a wanderer
Over land and sea,
Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me;
A vision fair I see,
Again I long to be;
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight,
Still shinin' 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,
Indiana home.
Back home again in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleamin' candlelight, Still shinin' 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. Oh, I have always been a wanderer Over land and sea, Yet a moonbeam on the water Casts a spell o'er me; A vision fair I see, Again I long to be; Back home again in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleamin' candlelight, Still shinin' 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, Indiana home. Explain Request ×
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