Jazz Standard "(Back Home Again In) Indiana"

I have always been a wanderer
Over land and sea
Yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell over me
A vision fair I see
Again I seem to be

Fancy paints on memory's canvas
Scenes that we hold dear
We recall them in days after
Clearly they appear
And often times I see
A scene that's dear to me

Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
A gleaming candlelight
Still shining bright
Through the sycamores, for me

The new-mown hay Sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight
On the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home