The Last Rose of Summer in Kerkrade , L% D9 t! l2 h* x; G. t6 T ; H" ?. Q" j# g8 y. r1 B " D( R6 B( Q* G) d5 A$ r4 y" ]& ]% [" W, O1 R3 H7 v4 C
Lyrics: Sir John Stevenson, 1761-1833. ( e0 ^. T8 m( B0 R @4 Z2 B--- 0 s) p& ^# g; o$ |4 JTis the last rose of summer,1 v, Q' Z" b4 Q0 v
Left blooming alone, # z N. }- e' S7 {, k) ]1 FAll her lovely companions 9 v; y) ?- X) |5 T1 Q/ E# RAre faded and gone. 1 i; j( R# @/ t+ l7 ~7 {No flow'r of her kindred/ u1 p7 O# [3 }' a
No rosebud is nigh9 M2 {$ w) k+ z: x: o
To reflect back her blushes, - V% J0 H" z0 Z/ y! k( pOr give sigh for sigh.2 n& o: d3 E9 L! ^
% S1 ^+ d" s7 Q' c7 l0 Y7 F" GI'll not leave thee, thou lone one, - b0 B- {4 p+ C$ g* y- fTo pine on the stern, 8 G( d+ m% k" O7 l2 wSince the lovely are sleeping, , M: U/ A) k: M' J* R; f( t' OGo, sleep thou with them$ v8 s" g9 l5 H+ Y" k8 H% m& s
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Thus kindly I'll scatter: }6 S R+ Y, q; w# V
Thy leaves o'er the bed,+ D* v; z% F7 d) c
Where thy mates of the garden: U9 k) Q% \3 g
Lie scentless and dead. ; [/ M2 z5 H* e& i1 `2 W& L, {7 C+ S! i, \ ?( H! N5 e+ h
So soon may I follow 9 w6 R7 ~" x4 Q8 W" `2 L, S+ sWhen friendships decay;& C/ P. K' p- f; A! R$ y
And from love's shining circle ' d) G: H( P/ ^The gems drop away! d8 n. {" S" p$ L+ u0 J% _
When true hearts lie wither'd , h4 O2 o1 q8 y W9 _- eAnd fond ones are flow'n 5 l! R9 C) X( p! I) POh! Who would inhabit ( P0 n% L6 v- O* `This bleak world alone?
Yao Si Ting - Sound of Silence " A) B; h1 r2 }1 D; _* I 1 f6 S' f5 j: T' P* G! c ) Y4 O; m; B" h+ q. Z! _8 s" O) D2 y% I L9 O2 W3 |2 H
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