Indiana

Indiana - Bobby Darin

Back home again in Indiana

Ah talk about the South

And it seems that I can see

The gleaming candlelight

Still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new mown hay

Sends all its fragrance

You know 'bout that jazz

From the fields I used to roam

I'm a Yankee myself

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indian home

Sounds like it could be fun

Back home again in Indiana

Way out west

And it seems that I can see

See what

The gleaming' candlelight

One watt

Still shinin' bright

Through the sycamores for me

The new mown hay

Cut it yourself

Yeah sends all its fragrance

From the fields I use to roam

Roamin' in the gloamin'

When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash

Then I long for my Indiana home

When the meadowlark

Is singin' in the springtime

I want to sing a little swing

I got the key just follow me

When things are peachy

On the old Ogichee

Where the heck is that

When they start to shiver

On the Hudson River

I know where that is

Yeah

I dream of my Indiana

New York and Old Savannah

Dream of my Indiana home