(Back Home Again In) Indiana

Back home again in Indiana,

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candle light, still shining bright,

Through the Sycamores for me.

The new-mowed 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.

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(When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home

Back home again in Indiana...

(Indiana Indiana Indiana home)