Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields, there comes a breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores, the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away
Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields, there comes a breath of new-born hay
Through the sycamores, the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away
On the banks of the Wabash, far away |