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 candle light still shining bright
Thru the sycamores for me,
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.
Fancy paints on mem’ry’s canvas
Scenes that we hold dear,
We recall them in days after,
Clearly they appear,
And often times I see
A scene that’s dear to me:
Macdonald, Ballard and Hanley, James F., "Indiana" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 738.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.