Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candle light still shining bright
Through the Sycamores for me.

A 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.


(When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash)
(Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home.)

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candle light still shining bright
Through the Sycamores for me.

(Indiana, Indiana, Indiana home)...