Indiana (Back Home Again In)    Louis Armstrong, Errol Garner, Oscar Peterson

I have always been a wanderer, 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
    Thru the sycamores for me.
    The new mown hay, sends all it's fragrence
    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.
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