Song Lyrics
There s an indian summer coming i know, though it s cold here inside
there s an indian summer
down in the deepest part of me
The snow owl sings her mournful song, just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze Indian, and the fire s burning low
just around the corner
There s an indian summer, though it s cold here inside
The sun will be there waiting, and the fire s burning low Indian, just around the corner
Just around the corner, the snow owl sings her mournful song
Just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze, the ground gets hard and the heart gets cold Summer, just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze
The snow owl sings her mournful song, when i need it the most Gregory, just around the corner
there s an indian summer coming i know
There s an indian summer, in silhouette stand bare trees i m doin my best to believe Gregory, sure as seasons change
Sure as seasons change, the grey skies keep on rollin on
Beginning to blow, just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze, there s an indian summer
Sure as seasons change, just around the corner, there s an indian summer
In silhouette stand bare trees i m doin my best to believe, just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze, down in the deepest part of me
And the fire s burning low, the snow owl sings her mournful song, there s an indian summer coming i know
there s an indian summer
There s an indian summer, snow clouds gather in the northern sky, when i need it the most
Just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze, there s an indian summer coming i know
The wintertime comes and the warm sun leaves, there s an indian summer
There s an indian summer coming i know, there s an indian summer Indian, the snow owl sings her mournful song
There s an indian summer, the grey skies keep on rollin on
there s an indian summer coming i know
there s an indian summer
There s an indian summer, in silhouette stand bare trees i m doin my best to believe
There s an indian summer, there s an indian summer
Beginning to blow, just around the corner Gregory, just around the corner i can feel the warm breeze
In silhouette stand bare trees i m doin my best to believe, there s an indian summer