I have always been a wanderer Over land and sea Yet a moonbeam on the water Casts a spell over me A vision fair I see Again I seem to be
[Chorus] Back home again in Indiana And it seems that I can see The gleaming candlelight, still burning bright Through the sycamores for me The new-mowed hay sends all its fragrance Through the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash How I long for my Indiana home
Fancy paints on memory'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]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
