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Indian Summer - Hannes Wader

Summer days turning cold

Summer leaves turn to gold

Summer love gone to sea

Summer birds sound the cry

Restless wings beat the sky

In their flight from the winter's decree

Empty room where she slept

Near the shelf where she kept

Her dreams and her fears

Empty space where she lay

With her head turned away

As the dawn kissed the leaves with its tears

The threads of our lives have become so entwined

The weave of their fiber lies close 'round my mind

And the wonder of her standing there by the shore

Comes back to my mind as I pass by her door

Empty street where we walked

Empty bridge where we talked

In the dusk and the rain

Crimson clouds gone to gray

Mourned the death of the day

As the shadows went softly insane

Summer leaves gone to brown

Morning frost chills the town

With a crystalline shroud

Winter's long icy hands

Freeze the life from the land

Summer's face getting lost in the crowd

The threads of our lives have become so entwined

The weave of their fiber lies close 'round my mind

And the wonder of her standing there by the shore

Comes back to my mind as I pass by her door

The threads of our lives have become so entwined

The weave of their fiber lies close 'round my mind

And the wonder of her standing there by the shore

Comes back to my mind as I pass by her door