The Last Rose Of Summer - Celtic Woman (凯尔特女人)

'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 and give sigh for sigh

I'll not leave thee thou lone one to pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping go sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves over 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 withered and fond ones are flown

Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone

This bleak world alone