Indiana-Louis Armstrong

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具] [offset:0] [00:11.90]I have always been a wand'rer [00:17.31] [00:19.67]Over land and sea [00:21.44] [00:24.19]Yet a moonbeam on the water [00:29.53] [00:43.15]Casts a spell o'er me [00:44.82] [00:45.40]A vision fair I see [00:49.38] [00:55.97]Again I seem to be [00:57.16] [00:59.07]Back home again in Indiana [01:08.89] [01:12.87]And it seems that I can see [01:15.11] [01:17.63]The gleaming candlelight still burning bright [01:20.70] [01:24.64]Through the sycamores for me [01:26.05]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance [01:30.97] [01:34.71]Through the fields I used to roam [01:39.22] [01:42.38]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash [01:46.26] [01:46.81]How I long for my Indiana home [01:49.64] [02:19.87]Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas [02:20.82] [02:41.09]Scenes that we hold dear [02:42.19] [02:50.82]We recall them in days after [02:54.19] [03:00.64]Clearly they appear [03:01.41] [03:08.54]And often times I see [03:10.68] [03:23.50]A scene that's dear to me [03:24.84]Back home again in Indiana [03:26.40] [03:28.30]And it seems that I can see [03:31.66] [03:39.59]The gleaming candlelight still burning bright [03:43.07]Through the sycamores for me [03:47.14] [03:51.49]The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance [03:52.67] [03:59.55]Through the fields I used to roam [04:01.11] [04:10.72]When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash [04:13.54]How I long for my Indiana home