Indian Summer

Bing Crosby · Other Songs - Bing Crosby

Summer, you old Indian Summer

You're the tear that comes after June times 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!"