Indian Summer

What's next, Glenn?

A special number for our friend, Paul Douglas

Who is recovering from an operation

In his hometown, Philadelphia

Because it's one of Paul's favorites

Ray Eberle sings 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"