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.
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(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)