Indiana
I have always been a wand'rer
Over land and sea Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me
A vision fair I see Again
I seem to be 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-mown 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 mem'ry's canvas
Scenes that we hold dear
We recall them in days after
IndianaLRC歌词
I have always been a wand'rer
Over land and sea Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me
A vision fair I see Again
I seem to be 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-mown 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 mem'ry's canvas
Scenes that we hold dear
We recall them in days after
