The Flower Kings - Garden Of Dreams: Indian Summer lyrics

Days getting shorter, nights turning cold Last days of summer, tales being told Canning the fruits now, sweetness your soul Birds have flewn, now kids are grown Sunlight still fighting the afternoon Lisft up the curtains and hand me my cane Go for a walk now down old Sunny Lane Take me to places with more smiling faces Take me to cities, all cultures and races Show me a warlord that's way out of fashion Show me a world where there's a place for compa**ion Days getting shorter, nights tunring cold Last rays of sunlight in valley below Bring home the roses, but leave out the thorn Ladies gone to the shadowlands Sunlight still fighting aganist the rain Let down the curtains and hand me my cane Go for a walk once more old Sunny Lane