LRC歌词
[04:46.00]Back home again in Indiana
[04:46.00]And it seems that I can see
[04:46.00]The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright
[04:46.00]Through the sycamores for me
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:46.00]From the fields I used to roam
[04:46.00]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[04:46.00]Then I long for my Indiana home
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]Oh, I have always been a wanderer
[04:46.00]Over land and sea, yet a moonbeam on the water
[04:46.00]Casts a spell o'er me
[04:46.00]A vision fair I see, again I long to be
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]Back home again in Indiana
[04:46.00]And it seems that I can see
[04:46.00]The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright
[04:46.00]Through the sycamores for me
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:46.00]From the fields I used to roam
[04:46.00]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[04:46.00]Then I long for my Indiana home, Indiana home
[04:46.00]And it seems that I can see
[04:46.00]The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright
[04:46.00]Through the sycamores for me
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:46.00]From the fields I used to roam
[04:46.00]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[04:46.00]Then I long for my Indiana home
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]Oh, I have always been a wanderer
[04:46.00]Over land and sea, yet a moonbeam on the water
[04:46.00]Casts a spell o'er me
[04:46.00]A vision fair I see, again I long to be
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]Back home again in Indiana
[04:46.00]And it seems that I can see
[04:46.00]The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' bright
[04:46.00]Through the sycamores for me
[04:46.00]
[04:46.00]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
[04:46.00]From the fields I used to roam
[04:46.00]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
[04:46.00]Then I long for my Indiana home, Indiana home
文本歌词
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' 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
Oh, I have always been a wanderer
Over land and sea, yet a moonbeam on the water
Casts a spell o'er me
A vision fair I see, again I long to be
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleamin' candlelight, still shinin' 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, Indiana home
