The Last Rose of Summer Songtext
von Chloë Agnew

Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes,
Or 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


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 flow'n
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?