The Last Rose of Summer

Music: Sir John Stevensen Lyrics: Thomas Moore


There is a melancholy to The Last Rose of Summer, that has always called to me. Ever as a musical student I was drawn to songs of nostalgia, longing and sorrow, and spent my youth immersing myself in swoon worthy romantic music. The more heart-renching the better and if it could bring from my a gasp of beauty and tears to my eyes, then I was in love with it.

The words were written by the Irish poet, Thomas Moore and set to music by Sir John Stevenson.


Tis 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 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 I may follow when friendships decay,
And from love`s shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown,
O who could inhabit this bleak world alone?



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