The Last Rose of Summer - Nana Mouskouri

Written by：Thomas Moore

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming all alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone

No flower of her kindred no rose bud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes and 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 wither'd and fond ones are flown

Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone