Lyrics: Charlotte Church. The Last Rose Of Summer.

It is 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 or give sigh for sigh

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stern
Since the lovely are sleeping go, sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I'll 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?