(Ballard McDonald - James F. Hanley)

Back home again in Indiana
Oh, it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still burning bright
Through the sycamores for me.

That new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
Oh, I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.

Back home again in Indiana
Oh, it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still flickering bright
Through the sycamores for me.

Lotsa mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
And I long for my Indiana home...