Indiana

Back home again in Indiana (Ah, talk about the South!)

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight

Still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new mown hay

Sends all its fragrance (You know 'bout that jazz)

From the fields I used to roam (I'm a Yankee myself)

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indian home (Sounds like it could be fun!

Back home again in Indiana (Way out west!)

And it seems that I can see (See what?)

The gleaming' candlelight (One watt)

Still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new mown hay (Cut it yourself?)

Yeah, sends all its fragrance

From the fields I use to roam (Roamin' in the gloamin')

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home

When the meadowlark is singin' in the springtime

I want to sing a little swing

I got the key, just follow me

You mean?

When things are peachy on the old Ogichee (Where the heck is that?)

When they start to shiver on the Hudson River (I know where that is!)

Yeah! I dream of my Indiana

New York and Old Savannah

Dream of my Indiana home