Bobby Darin - Indiana текст песни

Johnny:
Back home again in Indiana "¦

Bobby:
Ah, talk about the South!

Johnny:
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

Bobby:
You know "?bout that jazz

Johnny:
From the fields I used to roam

Bobby:
I'm a Yankee myself

Johnny:
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
then I long for my Indian home

Bobby:
Sounds like it could be fun!

Back home again in Indiana "¦

Johnny:
Way out west!

Bobby:
And it seems that I can see

Johnny:
See what?

Bobby:
The gleaming' candlelight

Johnny:
One watt

Bobby:
Still shinin' bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new mown hay

Johnny:
Cut it yourself?

Bobby:
Yeah, sends all its fragrance
From the fields I use to roam

Johnny:
Roamin' in the gloamin'

Bobby:
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
then I long for my Indiana home

Johnny:
When the meadowlark
Is singin' in the springtime

Bobby:
I want to sing a little swing

Johnny:
I got the key, just follow me
Scat sing

Bobby:
You mean?
Scat sing

Both:
Scat sing

Johnny:
When things are peachy
On the old Ogichee

Bobby:
Where the heck is that?

When they start to shiver
On the Hudson River

Johnny:
I know where that is!

Bobby : Yeah!

Johnny:
I dream of my Indiana

Bobby:
New York and Old Savannah

Both:
Dream of my Indiana home
Scat sing