Throughout the soft and timeless days of August.
Until now the shadows begin to grow much longer.
The sunset’s fire has deepened blood red.
I give you this, the last rose of summer.
A token of my unyielding love.
So when the winter’s mantle stills the earth.
All around the scene is dead and cold.
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living.
Do not despair, mother nature simply rests.
In sleep she has well earned.
Until one day not so very far from now.
With the opening of the first rose buds I shall return.
A token of my unyielding love.
So when the winter’s mantle stills the earth.
All around the scene is dead and cold.
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
In your long shadows, the last rose of summer.
In the sunset, the last rose of summer.
Take this rose that I give you.
The last rose of summer, the last rose of summer.
Don’t worry about the winter.
The last rose of summer, I shall return.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.
The last rose of summer.