Round my
Indiana homesteads wave the cornfields,
In the
distance loom the woodlands clear and cool.
Oftentimes
my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood,
Where I
first received my lessons, nature's school.
But one
thing there is missing in the picture,
Without
her face it seems so incomplete.
I long
to see my mother in the doorway,
As she
stood there years ago, her boy to greet.
Chorus
Oh, the
moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the
fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.
Through
the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the
banks of the Wabash, far away.
Many years
have passed since I strolled by the river,
Arm in
arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,
It was
there I tried to tell her that I loved her,
It was
there I begged of her to be my bride.
Long years
have passed since I strolled thro' their churchyard.
She's sleeping
there, my angel, Mary dear,
I loved
her, but she thought I didn't mean it,
Still I'd
give my future were she only here.
Written by:
Paul Dresser
Composed by:
Paul Dresser
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