Текст песни The Last Rose of Summer - Will Martin

'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

I'll not leave thee lone one
To pine on the stair
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I'll scatter
Thy leaves on thy bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lies scentless and dead

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay
And from loves shining circle
The gems drop away

When true hearts un-withered
And fond hearts are blown
Oh who would inhabit
This bleak world alone
Oh who would inhabit
This bleak world alone
Alone