Indian Summer
Victor Herbert, Al Dubin
Summer, you old Indian Summer
You're the toast that comes after June time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams all fashioned when summertime was new
You were meant to watch over
A heart that was broken
By a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
In too soon, that's why I say
Farewell to you, Indian Summer
You were meant to watch over
A heart that was 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