Back home again now, in Indiana, and it seems that I can seeThe gleaming candlelight still shining bright through the sycamores for meThe new mown hay sends all its fragrance through the fields I used to roamWhen the moon is shining brightly on the wabash, I dream about my Indiana homeThe new mown hay sends all its fragrance through the fields I used to roamWhen the moon is shining brightly on the wabash, I miss my Indiana home
