'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.
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 alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flow'r 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;
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.

Ill 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 oer the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from loves shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie witherd and fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!

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

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

I’m taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what is wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Be in the shadows dark and long

Though every year
It’s very clear
I should be used
To carrying on
But I can be found
In the garden
Singing this song

When the last
Rose of summer is gone

Official release: “The Black Rider”, Island Records Inc., © 1993