Lyric The Last Rose of Summer

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