Saturday, June 1, 2013

the last rose of summer

follow the roses

'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 and give sigh for sigh

the last rose of summer

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

The Last Rose of Summer

So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
This bleak world alone

By Thomas Moore 1805

Celtic Woman do a beautiful 
job singing it here

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