Текст песни Burnin' Summer - Ronnie Lane's Slim Chance

Indian Summer
Brew me up storm
Come and fill my well
Come before too long, hard summer
Oh send me no more wind
If they're of the dry
Your dust is like the end
Burning summer
The blood dries in my vein
You are heating the sky
You locked the rain away
Indian summer
Oh take away my fear
Let me love to hear the crack
Of the swallow of your tear
Ooh great spirit
Brew me up a storm
Tell the summer soul
To come before too long
Indian summer
Brew me up a storm
Come and fill my well
Come before too long