Indian Summer

Midnight

Harvest moon

We'll catch the coach

Not a moment too soon,

My love. let's fly away from here.

Autumn blush

Your first touch

Indian summer begins at dusk,

My love.

Our love will never die,

Our love will never die.

Winter pale

Killing frost

The doctor says prepare for loss,

My love.

Let's fly away from here.

Steel ground,

Fresh grave,

They laid us together, we'll make our way,

My love.

Our love will never die.