[00:00.47]I have always been a wand'rer
[00:03.92]Over land and sea
[00:06.46]Yet a moonbeam on the water
[00:09.35]
[00:10.93]Casts a spell o'er me
[00:14.31]
[00:17.18]A vision fair I see
[00:18.88]
[00:21.24]Again I seem to be
[00:24.52]
[00:29.33]Back home again in Indiana
[00:47.66]And it seems that I can see
[00:53.35]
[00:57.50]The gleaming candlelight still burning bright
[01:02.77]
[02:05.10]Through the sycamores for me
[02:06.15]
[02:19.80]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[02:26.43]
[02:27.25]Through the fields I used to roam
[02:35.12]
[02:35.82]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[02:42.22]How I long for my Indiana home
[02:51.08]
[02:56.96]Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas
[03:00.09]
[03:01.80]Scenes that we hold dear
[03:04.32]
[03:06.71]We recall them in days after
[03:11.03]
[03:12.12]Clearly they appear
[03:14.84]And often times I see
[03:16.85]
[03:18.26]A scene that's dear to me
[03:23.28]Back home again in Indiana
[03:25.49]
[04:04.42]And it seems that I can see
[04:08.91]
[04:10.20]The gleaming candlelight still burning bright
[04:18.42]
[04:19.73]Through the sycamores for me
[04:23.27]
[04:26.26]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:29.24]
[04:32.82]Through the fields I used to roam
[04:40.37]
[04:40.90]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[04:49.64]
[05:17.34]How I long for my Indiana home