Bing Crosby
Indian Summer
Summer, you old Indian SummerYou're the tear that comes after June times laughterYou see so many dreams that don't come trueDreams we fashioned when summertime was newYou are here to watch overSome heart that is brokenBy a word that somebody left unspokenYou're the ghost of a romance in JuneGoing astray, fading too soonThat's why I say,"Farewell to you, Indian Summer!"
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