In the Arms of Indiana

I go to a big ukulele party every year, it's called the Ukulele World Congress. It didn't happen this year, for obvious reasons. I wrote this song to help cope with missing the field that it's held on and all that goes along with it. In the Arms of Indiana Come with me now to the field Where we strum, we strum You’ll believe that magic is real When we strum, we strum ‘Round the fire with the moon above ‘Round the fire with the ones we love Shaking my knees ’cause I really feel ya When we strum, we strum In the arms of Indiana That’s where I belong Plum Creek shall heal my troubles And the hills shall hear my song For the ones that could not be here We strum, we strum Voices ringing out loud and clear And we strum, we strum Light the fire for the moon above Light the fire for the ones we love Smiling wide now, ear to ear We strum, we strum In the arms of Indiana That’s where I belong Plum Creek shall heal my troubles And the hills shall hear my song In the arms of Indiana That’s where I belong Plum Creek shall heal my troubles And the hills shall hear my song Plum Creek shall heal my troubles And the hills shall hear my song