Andre Rieu - The Last Rose of Summer.
夏日最後的玫瑰
夏日最後的玫瑰
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"The Last Rose Of Summer"
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
'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 and 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 bleak world alone?
This bleak world alone.
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
'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 and 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 bleak world alone?
This bleak world alone.