Indian Summer - Audience

Friends say to take it easy

I won’t and they wonder why

I can’t give up thaht easy

Lay me down and die

Sat where it’s cool and shady

Could age take the taste away

I met a widow lady

Couldn’t waste a day

That was my Indian Summer

That was my Indian Summer

She said she’d lost her husband

I told her I’d lost my wife

Those years together had been the best of my whole life

Friends say we ought to marry

I smile and I shake my head

One wife will make you happy

Two will make you dead