Letras:Soundtrack Artists. Back Home In Indiana.

I have always been a wand'rer,
Over land and sea,
Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me,
A vision fair I see,
Again I seem to be:

Back home again
In Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light still shining bright
Thru 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.

Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas

Scenes that we hold dear,
We recall them in days after,
Clearly they appear,
And oftentimes I see
A scene that's dear to me:

Back home again
In Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light still shining bright
Thru 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.