Indian Summer - Al Stewart

Indian summer, the shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone

The souvenir sellers are moving on

Like summer lovers

Indian summer

The earth is cracked beneath the midday sun

You’ve dragged your shadow round these streets too long

There is no cover

Come stay, we’ll live gazebo lives

And let the world outside pass us by

Right here in our Arabian Nights

Until the Northern Lights cross the sky

There is no other

Indian summer, the storm that drove you here is far behind

What keeps you waiting on this beach tonight

It’s long been over

Come stay, we’ll live gazebo lives

And let the world outside pass us by

Right here in our Arabian Nights

Until the Northern Lights cross the sky

There is no other

Come stay

Right here