The Last Rose Of Summer — текст песни (Charlotte Church)

Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow`r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

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

Thus kindly I`ll scatter
Thy leaves o`er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

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 flow`n
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?