Indiana: On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away

[Jim Nabors:]
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still burning bright
Through the sycamores for me

[Mary F. Hulman:]
Start your engines!

[Nabors:]
The new-mowed 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

[Dessau:]
Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields
In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool

Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood
Where I first received my lеssons
Nature’s school

Oh, the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash
From thе fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay

[Hulman:]
Start your engines!

[Dessau:]
Oh, the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay
Through the sycamores the candlelights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away

Through the sycamores the candlelights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away

Far away (4x)

[Nabors:]
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home