The Last Rose of the Summer Songtext
von Tom Waits

I love the way
The tattered clouds
Blow wind across the sky

As summer goes and leaves me
With a tear in my eye


I′m taking out my Winter clothes
But my garden knows what is wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Lie in shadows dark and long

Though every year
It's very clear
I should be carrying on
But I can be found in the garden
Singing this song

When the last rose of summer is gone
The last rose of summer is gone
Gone