glenn miller
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!