The Last Rose of Summer

The Last Rose Of Summer - Amelita Galli-Curci

'Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone

No flower of her kindred

No rosebud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes

Or 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 withered

And fond ones are flown

Oh who would inhabit

This bleak world alone