Ab                   Db                  Ab
                     'ROUND MY IN-DI-AN-A HOME-STEAD WAVE THE CORN-FIELDS,
                      Ab                        Bb7        Eb7       Ab Eb Ab
                      IN THE DIS-TANCE LOOM THE WOOD-LANDS CLEAR AND COOL.
                   Ab                          Db                Ab
                   OF-TEN TIMES MY THOUGHTS RE-VERT TO SCENES OF CHILD-HOOD,
                     Ab                         Bb7       Eb7       Ab Eb Ab
                     WHERE I FIRST RE-CEIVED MY LES-SONS, NA-TURE'S SCHOOL,
                            C7                                 Fm
                        BUT ONE THING THERE IS MISS-ING IN THE PIC-TURE,
                               Bb7             Fm7      Bb7    Eb7  Bbm7 Eb7
                          WITH-OUT HER FACE IT SEEMS SO IN-COM-PLETE.
                         Eb7 Ab             Db             Ab
                          I  LONG TO SEE MY MOTH-ER IN THE DOOR-WAY,
                                          Fm7    Bb7      Eb7    Ab  Db Ab
                       AS SHE STOOD THERE YEARS A-GO, HER BOY TO GREET
 

                            Ab                   C7               Fm F7 Bbm
                    OH, THE MOON-LIGHT'S FAIR TO-NIGHT A-LONG THE WA-BASH,
                             Fm7                    Bb7                Eb7 D° Eb7
                    FROM THE FIELDS THERE COMES THE BREATH OF NEW-MOWN HAY.
                              Ab               C7                 Fm7   F7  Bbm
                  THROUGH THE SYC-A-MORES, THE CAN-DLE-LIGHTS ARE GLEAM-ING,
                            D°     Ab           Bb7      Eb7   Ab
                            ON THE BANKS OF THE WA-BASH, FAR A-WAY
 

                         Ab                      Db                Ab
                    MAN-Y YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE I STROLLED BY THE RI-VER,
                                                     Bb7   Eb7   Ab Db  Ab
                         ARM IN ARM WITH SWEET-HEART MAR-Y BY MY SIDE.
                       Ab                      Db              Ab
                       IT WAS THERE I TRIED TO TELL HER THAT I LOVED HER,
                          Ab                       Bb7    Eb7   Ab
                          IT WAS THERE I BEGGED OF HER TO BE MY BRIDE.
                Ab   C7                                           Fm
                LONG YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE I STROLLED THRO' THE CHURCH-YARD,
                                Bb7                 Fm     Bb7   Eb7 Bbm7 Eb7
                          SHE'S SLEEP-ING THERE, MY AN-GEL MAR-Y DEAR.
                           Ab                Db                Ab
                         I LOVED HER BUT SHE THOUGHT I DID-'NT MEAN IT,
                         Ab               Fm7     Bb7      Eb7   Ab  Db  Ab
                         STILL, I GIVE MY FU-TURE WERE SHE ON-LY HERE

                            Ab                   C7               Fm F7 Bbm
                    OH, THE MOON-LIGHT'S FAIR TO-NIGHT A-LONG THE WA-BASH,
                             Fm7                    Bb7                Eb7 D° Eb7
                    FROM THE FIELDS THERE COMES THE BREATH OF NEW-MOWN HAY.
                              Ab               C7                 Fm7   F7  Bbm
                  THROUGH THE SYC-A-MORES, THE CAN-DLE-LIGHTS ARE GLEAM-ING,
                            D°     Ab           Bb7      Eb7   Ab
                            ON THE BANKS OF THE WA-BASH, FAR A-WAY