Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight still shining bright Through the sycamores for me And 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 ♪ Well, away back home in Indiana And I think that I can see Oh, yes, the candlelight and it's shining bright Right through the sycamores, shining for me And the new-mown hay sends all its fragrance From the fields, I used to roam And when I dream about that moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home Take me back to Indiana I long for my Indiana home