Indian Summer by Frank Sinatra

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"

You old indian summer