Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes a breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash far away

Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes a breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash far away,
On the banks of the Wabash far away