Back home again in Indiana 
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight 
Still shining bright
Through the sycamores 
for me

The new moon hay
Sends all it's fragrance
From the fields 
I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight
Still shining bright
Through the sycamores
For me

The new moon hay
Sends all it's fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
