Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candle light still shining bright through the Sickamores for me
A new born hay sends all its pragnance from the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home sweet home
Back home again in Indiana and it seems that I can sing
The gleaming candle light still shining bright through the Sickamores for me
A new born hay sends all its pragnance from the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Indiana Indiana Indiana home