Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
That gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me

That 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

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