Back
Home Again in Indiana
I
have always been a wand'rer
Over
land and sea
Yet
a moonbeam on the water
Casts
a spell o'er me
A
vision fair I see
Again
I seem to be
Back
home again in Indiana,
And
it seems that I can see
The
gleaming candlelight, still shining 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.
Fancy
paints on mem'ry's canvas
Scenes
that we hold dear
We
recall them in days after
Clearly
they appear
And
often times I see
A
scene that's dear to me |