(Back Home Again In) Indiana

I have always been a wanderer
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

[Chorus]
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight
Still burning bright
Through the sycamores for [Dm7]me
The new-mown hay sends all [Em]its fragrance
Through the fields I used to [C7]ɾoam
When I dream about the moonlight on [C7]the Wabash
How I long [Am]for [Dm7]my [A]Indiana home

Fancy paints on [C7]memory's canvas
Scenes that we hold dear
We ɾecall [Em]them [A]in days after
Clearly they appear
And often times I see
A scene that's dear to [C7]me

[Chorus]
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