Indian Summer
Al Dubin, Victor Herbert
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