The falling leaves

Drift by the window

The autumn leaves

Of red and gold

I see your lips

The summer kisses

The sunburned hands

I used to hold

Since you went away

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"