Oh the moonlight is 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