(Victor Herbert/Al Dubin)

(vocal: Ray Eberle)



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"