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(Back Home) In IndianaBack home again in IndianaIt 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 It seems that I can see That gleaming candlelight, it's shining so 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... |