Oh, back home again in Indiana Yeah ♪ Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can see That 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'm longing for my Indiana home ♪ Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can see That 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'm longing for my Indiana home