(Back Home Again In) Indiana
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light, still burning bright
Through the Sycamores for me
The new-mown hay sends all its fragnance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
(When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home)
Back home again in Indiana
(Indiana Indiana Indiana home)