I have always been a one that runs over land and sea.
Yet a moonbeam on the water casts a spell on me.
A vision fair I see.
Again I seem to be back home again in Indiana.
Where it seems that I can see the gleaming candlelight still shining 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 waters.
Then I long for my Indiana home.
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
The new Monet sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Walrus
Then I dream about the moonlight on the Walrus
Then I long for my Indiana home