(Verse 1) ’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. (Verse 2) 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. (Verse 3) So soon may I follow, When friendship decays, 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? (Chorus) Oh, bloom while you can, my darling, The springtime is brief and sweet. For love, like the rose, must wither, When time and the cold winds meet. But the heart still holds your fragrance, Though the petals have all been blown, And whispers through tears in the twilight — You’ll never be alone.