I love the way
The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky
As summer goes
And leave me
With a tear in my eye
I`m taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what`s wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Be in the shadows dark and long
Through every year
It`s very clear
I should be used
To carrying on
But I can`t be found
In the garden
Singing this song
When the last
Rose of summer is gone
