Tytuł: The Last Rose of Summer

• Wykonawca: Charlotte Church
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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 stern,
  Since the lovely are sleeping,
  Go, sleep thou with them
  
  Thus kindly I'll 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 flow'n
  Oh! Who would inhabit
  This bleak world alone?