Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can sing The gleaming candle light still shining bright through the Sickamores for me A new born hay sends all its pragnance from the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home [ piano ] (When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home) Back home again in Indiana... (Indiana Indiana Indiana home)