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Back home again in Indiana,And it seems that I can seeThe gleamin' candlelight,Atill shinin' bright,Through the sycamores for me.The new mown hay sends all its fragranceFrom the fields I used to roam.When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,Then I long for my Indiana home.Oh, I have always been a wandererOver land and sea,Yet a moonbeam on the waterCasts a spell o'er me;A vision fair I see,Again I long to be;Back home again in Indiana,And it seems that I can seeThe gleamin' candlelight,Atill shinin' bright,Through the sycamores for me.The new mown hay sends all its fragranceFrom the fields I used to roam.When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,Then I long for my Indiana home,Indiana home. Aus Songtexte Mania