Indian Summer
Al Dubin, Victor Herbert
Summer, Indian summer
Ah, what a haunting song
And here's Ginny Simms to do a fine job of singin' it for you
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
Blowing astray, fading too soon
Oh, that's why I say
Farewell to you, Indian summer
Lovely Indian summer