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I have always been a wand'rer |
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Over land and sea |
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Yet a moonbeam on the water |
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Casts a spell o'er me |
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A vision fair I see |
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Again I seem to be |
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Back home again in Indiana |
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And it seems that I can see |
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The gleaming candlelight still burning bright |
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Through the sycamores for me |
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The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance |
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Through the fields I used to roam |
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When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash |
| [02:21.98] |
How I long for my Indiana home |
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Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas |
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Scenes that we hold dear |
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We recall them in days after |
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Clearly they appear |
| [02:50.55] |
And often times I see |
| [02:54.42] |
A scene that's dear to me |
| [02:59.87] |
Back home again in Indiana |
| [03:02.60] |
And it seems that I can see |
| [03:07.47] |
The gleaming candlelight still burning bright |
| [03:11.71] |
Through the sycamores for me |
| [03:21.54] |
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance |
| [03:33.76] |
Through the fields I used to roam |
| [03:41.07] |
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash |
| [03:58.79] |
How I long for my Indiana home |
