Текст песни The Last Rose of Summer - Benjamin Britten , Sir Peter Pears

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming 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 give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, oh, sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates o'er the garden lie senseless and dead
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered, and fond ones are flown
Oh, who would inherit this bleak world alone?