'Tis the
last rose of summer, left blooming all alone All her lovely companions
are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
I'll not
leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem Since the lovely are
sleeping, go sleep thou with them 'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves
o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay And from love's
shining circle the gems drop away When true hearts lie wither'd and
fond ones are flown Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world
alone!
'Tis the
last rose of summer, left blooming all alone All her lovely companions
are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
I'll not
leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem Since the lovely are
sleeping, go sleep thou with them 'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves
o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay And from love's
shining circle the gems drop away When true hearts lie wither'd and
fond ones are flown Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world
alone!
The last rose of Summer T. Moore & E. Marnay
Nana Mouskouri
