I have always been a wand'rer Over land and sea Yet a moonbeam on the water Casts a spell o'er me A vision fair I see Again I seem to be Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight still shining bright Thro' the sycamores for me The new mown hay sends all its fragrance From fields I used to roam When I dream About the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas Scenes that we hold dear We recall them in days after Clearly they appear And often times I see A scene that's dear to me Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight still shining bright Thro' the sycamores for me The new mown hay sends all its fragrance From fields I used to roam When I dream About the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home
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