Frank Sinatra - Indian Summer
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
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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
You old indian summer