BACK HOME AGAIN IN INDIANA
(Ballard MacDonald / James Hanley,   1917)


I HAVE AL-WAYS BEEN A WAND-'RER, O-VER LAND AND SEA. 
YET A MOON-BEAM ON THE WA-TER,CASTS A SPELL O'ER ME. 
A VI-SION FAIR I SEE, A-GAIN I SEEM TO BE. 

FAN-CY PAINTS ON MEM-RY'S CAN-VAS, 
SCENES THAT WE HOLD DEAR 
WE RE-CALL THEM IN DAYS AF-TER, 
CLEAR-LY THEY AP-PEAR. 
AND OF-TEN TIMES I SEE,   A SCENE THAT'S DEAR TO ME. 

BACK HOME A-GAIN IN IN-DI-AN-A 
AND IT SEEMS THAT I CAN SEE 
THE GLEAM-ING CAN-DLE-LIGHT STILL SHI-NING BRIGHT 
THRO' THE SYC-A-MORES FOR ME 
THE NEW MOWN HAY SENDS ALL ITS FRA-GRANCE 
FROM THE FIELDS I USED TO ROAM 
WHEN I DREAM A-BOUT THE MOON-LIGHT ON THE WA-BASH 
THEN I LONG FOR MY IN-DI-A-NA HOME