Besedila: Frank Sinatra. 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

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