Fareever well, now, Indiana, your green lands been good to me.
There I traveled, there I settled, there I raised up my family.
But the cord has never severed, and the longing each day has grown.
So, tomorrow, I'll be leaving for the land I call my home.

All my friends say, that I'm crazy, going back to such poverty,
America is, so they say now, that land of opportunity.
But the shy hare runs so swiftly and the heron slowly flies.
These are treasures from my homeland all your money can not buy.

And while our ship lies in the harbor, I will look back on that shore.
I'll feel sadness that I'm leaving your green land forever more.
But when the ship lies on the ocean and each day we are out on the sea.
All the dreams I've had for years now, drawing nearer reality.

Farewell, now, Indiana, your green lands been good to me.
There I traveled, there I settled, there I raised up my family.
But the cord has never severed, and the longing each day has grown.
So, tomorrow, I'll be leaving for the land that I call my home.

Patrick Street