INDIAN SUMMER Summer, you old Indian summer. You're the the tear that comes after Junetime's laughter. You see so many dreams that don't come true. Dreams we fashioned when summer time 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.