Indian Summer

Breakfast in cemetery Boy tastin' wild cherry Touch girl, apple blossom Just a boy playin' 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 fallin' 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 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 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