Music by JAMES F. HANLEY
Words by BALLARD MACDONALD
Published 1917 by Shariro, Bernstein & Co.
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 vis-ion fair I see, A-gain I seem to be;
Back home a-gain In In-di-an-a,
And it seems that I can see
The gleam-ing can-dle light
still shin-ing bright
Thru the sy-ca-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-an-a home.
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.