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.Chorus