Indiana - Lester Young, Oscar Peterson Trio

Back home again in Indiana

And it seems that I can see

The gleamin' candlelight

Atill 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

Atill 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