文本歌词

Indiana - Bobby Darin/Johnny Mercer
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