"On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away," words and music by Paul Dresser
'Round my Indiana homestead wave
,
In the distance loom the woodlands
,
Oftentimes my
revert to scenes of childhood,
Where I first received my lessons -
school.
But one thing there is missing in the picture,
Without
it seems so incomplete,
I long to see my mother in
,
As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.
CHORUS
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along
,
From the fields there comes the breath of
,
Through the
the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
Many years have passed since I
by the river,
Arm in arm, with
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
.
Long years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard.
She's
there, my angel, Mary dear,
I loved her, but she thought I
,
Still I'd give my
were she only here.
