Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleamin' candlelight still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The 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

Oh I have always been a wanderer

Over land and sea yet a moonbeam on the water

Casts a spell o'er me

A vision fair I see again I long to be

Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleamin' candlelight still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The 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 Indiana home