The September moon is hotter than the August sun,
Red-orange sky is painted on these Autumn nights
Do you remember when we danced the whole night through
Swinging, swaying cross that room
It was an Indian Summer, Indian Summer, when sparks turned into flames
Indian Summer, Indian Summer
some things never change
The icy clear lake shimmered in the winter's wake
While crystal drops slid gently down your naked skin
Do you remember how we kissed in the trees; we were tumbling in the leaves?
It was an Indian Summer, Indian Summer, when sparks turned into flames
Indian Summer, Indian Summer, it died out by the rain
Indian Summer, Indian Summer, when sparks turn into flames
Indian Summer, Indian Summer
Some things never change

The recess bell rings, children scatter on the playground
The midday heat stings as I wander aimless through this town
Searching for the face I knew once long ago
It was an Indian Summer, Indian Summer, when sparks turned into flames
Indian Summer, Indian Summer, it died out by the rain
Indian Summer, Indian Summer, when sparks turn into flames
Indian Summer, Indian Summer
Some things never change