The Yellow Rose Of Texas - The Hit Crew Kids, The Hit Crew, Eclipse

Hayley Westenra

Celtic Treasure

The Last Rose of Summer

This 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

Ill not leave thee, thou lone one

To pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping

Go sleep now with them

Thus kindly I scatter

Thy leaves oer the bed

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead

So soon may I follow

When friendships decay

And from loves shining circle

The gems drop away!

When true hearts lie withered

And fond ones are flown

Oh!

Who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?