Indian Summer

Writer(s): Al Dubin / Victor Herbert / arr. Billy May

Summer, you old Indian Summer
You’re the tear that comes after June-time’s laughter
You see so many dreams that don’t come true
Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new
You are here to watch over
Some heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You’re the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that’s why I say, “Farewell to you, Indian Summer”
You are here to watch over
A heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You’re the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that’s why I say “Farewell to you, Indian Summer”
You old Indian Summer

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