Written by Ballard MacDonald in 1917. Here it is performed by Jim Neighbors:

Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see,
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright
Thru 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.