Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash.
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay;
Thro' the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash far away.
On the Banks of the Wabash Far Away, 1897
Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash.
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay;
Thro' the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash far away.
On the Banks of the Wabash Far Away, 1897