Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields,
In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool.
Oftentimes my tho'ts 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.

Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash;
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay,
Through the sycamores the candlelights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.

Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,
Arm in arm, with sweetest 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' the 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.