Indian Summer
Words and Music by Tom May


(Originally released on the Vignette album. Open Spaces, Prairie Winds (out of print) 1987)


Its Indian Summer, the first frost has come
The fiery red maple leaves blanket the ground
The wood smoke is fragrant in the sweet autumn wind
I’d give anything here to walk here with you
To reach out and tenderly hold you again

I’ve never seen pine trees change color before
But it seems every hillside here has its own style
Soon the pines will be while, the passes will close
But I feel closer to you than I have in awhile
Because ...

Its Indian Summer, the first frost has come
The fiery red maple leaves blanket the ground
The wood smoke is fragrant in the sweet autumn wind
I’d give anything here to walk here with you
To reach out and tenderly hold you again

The tides are higher, the darkness comes soon
I gaze over the ocean as the stars rise up high
Its cloudy but clear as I walk on the sand
With my hands in my pockets, dreams of midwestern skies
Cause there ...

Its Indian Summer, the first frost has come
The fiery red maple leaves blanket the ground
The wood smoke is fragrant in the sweet autumn wind
I’d give anything here to walk here with you
To reach out and tenderly hold you again

The salmon have spawned, the sumac is gone
Back east in Vermont the false syrup has run
I run down a highway with mountains and snoe
And though the road can be treacherous, I’m sure that you know
That ...

Its Indian Summer, the first frost has come
The fiery red maple leaves blanket the ground
The wood smoke is fragrant in the sweet autumn wind
I’d give anything here to walk here with you
To reach out and tenderly hold you again

©1983 Blue Vignette Publishing, ASCAP