Letras:
Wainwright Rufus Banks Of The Wabash

the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash,

the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash,

the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash,