Songtexte Last Rose Of Summer - Thomas Moore

'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, or breathe sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem
Since thy lovely hours are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er their bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie senseless and dead