The Last Rose of Summer Suzan Erens & Andre Rieu This is the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; All the lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, to 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 withered, and fond ones are flown Oh! Who would inhabit this break world alone ?” This Irish Folk Song music is a tune for violin by Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst, and the lyrics belong to the Irish poet Thomas Moore. Let`s enjoy music , lyrics and voice even there is no image of any rouse. The idea of fading in time is in good hands with all flowers of this world.