Lyrics:

(V. Herbert, A. Dubin) [Recorded Decebber 11, 1967, Hollywood] 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'