now he s brought down the rain and the indian summer is through you ll be dancing down the country in the morningtime if i know you you ain t calling me to join you and i m spoken for anyway but you ll be killing my heart when you go away shall we gather by the river for to hear the lovely thunder crash shall we sail now in your speeding bonnie boat here and gone like a splash you will see me small receding mouth hung open words i cannot say you ll be killing my heart when you go away mike rogers left his whisky and the night is very very young i ve much to say and more to tell the words will soon be spilling from my tongue i ll rave and i will ramble i ll do everything but make you stay you ll be killing my heart when you go away