Indiana
Bobby Darin Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

Bobby Darin's "Indiana" is a song about the longing for one's hometown, and the way memories can transport us back to a simpler, happier time. The lyrics describe the artist's return to Indiana, and the sights and smells that remind him of his childhood. He is especially taken with the candlelight shining through the trees, and the perfume of freshly cut hay. When he thinks of the moonlight on the Wabash River, it stirs his heart and makes him yearn for home.


What is interesting about Darin's version of this song is the way he incorporates jazz and swing into the melody. This gives the song a lively, upbeat quality, even as the lyrics describe the artist's wistful feelings. The swing feel is emphasized by the syncopated rhythm and the use of brass instruments. The song's structure is also interesting, with the first verse repeated at the end, giving the listener a sense of completeness and closure.


Overall, "Indiana" is a lovely song that captures the bittersweet nature of nostalgia. The lyrics and music work together to create a sense of longing and joy, highlighting the power of memory and the importance of home.


Line by Line Meaning

Back home again in Indiana,
Returning to my home state of Indiana once more.


And it seems that I can see
I feel as though I can visualize


The gleamin' candlelight,
The bright light of candles, reflecting off surfaces


Atill shinin' bright,
Continuously shining with high intensity


Through the sycamores for me.
Among the sycamore trees, towards me.


The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
The fresh cut fields of hay release a wonderful scent


From the fields I used to roam.
Fields where I once traveled.


When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
The image of the moon shining on the Wabash river appears in my dreams.


Then I long for my Indiana home.
At that time, I feel a desire to be at my home in Indiana.


Oh, I have always been a wanderer
I have always been one to move frequently.


Over land and sea,
Traveling both by land and by sea.


Yet a moonbeam on the water
However, when I see the reflection of the moon on the water


Casts a spell o'er me;
I feel a magical enchantment.


A vision fair I see,
I have a beautiful image in my mind.


Again I long to be;
This feeling makes me want to be there again.


Back home again in Indiana,
Once more returning to my home in Indiana.


And it seems that I can see
I can imagine seeing


The gleamin' candlelight,
The bright reflection of candles.


Atill shinin' bright,
Still radiating intense light.


Through the sycamores for me.
Between the sycamore trees, facing me.


The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
The just-cut hay fields emit a delightful smell


From the fields I used to roam.
In fields where I used to wander.


When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Whenever I have a dream about the moon over the Wabash river,


Then I long for my Indiana home,
I yearn to be back in Indiana.


Indiana home.
My home state.




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Written by: James F. Hanley, Ballard McDonald

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Daniel


on Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home

One heck of a entertainer. A life cut way to soon. RIP Mr. Darin. Remember one thing he was one of the first Emmy winners, in the late 50s. When the emmys started.

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