Indian Summer

Indian Summer
music by Victor Herbert (left)
lyric by Al Dubin (left at piano)

Summer, you old Indian summer,
You're the tear that comes afterJune-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."