The Last Rose of Summer

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The Last Rose of Summer 여름날의 마지막 장미꽃                                            Lily Pons, sop                                                                                    Andr? Rieu Live at the Point, Dublin, Ireland.                                                          Celtic Woman by M?av N? Mhaolchatha and Hayley Westenra at the Slane Castle, Ireland                      The Last Rose of Summer                        Tis the last rose of summer,                      Left blooming alone;                      All her lovely companions                      are faded and gone;                      No flow‘r 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 stem;                      Since the lovely are sleeping,                      Go, sleep thou with them;.                      Thus kindly I scatter                      Thy leaves o‘er 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 wither‘d,                      And fond ones are flown,                      Oh! who would inhabit                      This bleak world alone?