Indian Summer

Breakfast in cemetery Boy tasting wild cherry Touch girl, apple blossom Just a boy playing possum We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer And go our separate ways What is that cheerful sound? Rain falling on the ground We'll wear a jolly crown Buckle up, we're wayward bound We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer And go our separate ways I touch your hem you say Let's stroll down Martin Way Pick plums, abandoned farm Who let norms come to harm? We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer And go our separate ways Cover me with rain Walk me down the lane I'll drink from your drain We will never change No matter what they say We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer And go our separate ways Motorbike to cemetery Picnic on wild berries French toast with molasses Croquet and baked alaskas We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer We'll come back for Indian summer Cover me with rain