[00:00.45]Indiana -Louis Armstrong
[00:01.47]I have always been a wand'rer
[00:03.69]Over land and sea
[00:04.32]Yet a moonbeam on the water
[00:05.25]Casts a spell o'er me
[00:05.85]A vision fair I see
[00:06.57]Again I seem to be
[00:07.59]Back home again in Indiana,
[00:09.75]And it seems that I can see
[00:35.52]The gleaming candlelight, still burning bright,
[02:01.86]Through the sycamores for me.
[02:10.77]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[02:14.67]Through the fields I used to roam.
[02:17.04]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
[02:51.15]How I long for my Indiana home.
[02:52.05]Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas
[02:56.64]Scenes that we hold dear
[02:58.44]We recall them in days after
[02:59.25]Clearly they appear
[03:07.14]And often times I see
[03:10.23]A scene that's dear to me
[03:16.14]Back home again in Indiana,
[03:36.93]And it seems that I can see
[03:38.19]The gleaming candlelight, still burning bright,
[03:41.37]Through the sycamores for me.
[04:11.82]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:21.54]Through the fields I used to roam.
[05:03.30]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
[05:09.66]How I long for my Indiana home.