Текст песни Indiana - Kay Starr

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me
And 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
Well, away back home in Indiana
And I think that I can see
Oh, yes, the candlelight and it′s shining bright
Right through the sycamores, shining for me
And the new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields, I used to roam
And when I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Take me back to Indiana
I long for my Indiana home