(V. Herbert, A. Dubin)

[Recorded Decebber 11, 1967, Hollywood]



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"



[extended sax solo]



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"