'Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.


The Last Rose of Summer, st. 1. - Irish Melodies (1807-1834)


'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.