Lyrics:

INDIANA

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 fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When i dream about the moonlinght on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home


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 fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When i dream about the moonlinght on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home