Гуру ПесенBob Wills - Indiana (James F. Hanley, Ballard Mcdonald, 1917) | Текст песни
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
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