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Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright

Through 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

Oh, I have always been a wanderer

Over land and sea, yet a moonbeam on the water

Casts a spell o'er me

A vision fair I see, again I long to be

Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright

Through 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, Indiana home