Nana Mouskouri

The last rose of summer

'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.

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.

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