Julie London — Back Home Again in Indiana

Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see That gleaming candlelight still shining bright Through the sycamores for me That 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 Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight, ooh it's shining so 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