John McDermott
tis the last rose of summer
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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 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?
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- My Gentle Harp
- O Canada And Other Inspirational International Anthems
- Timeless Memories: Greatest Hits
- Daughter of Mine (The Perfect Wedding Album)
- The Danny Boy Collection
- Christmas Memories
- When I Grow Too Old to Dream
- Songs of The Isles: Ireland
- O Canada
- Old Friends
- Danny Boy
- Great Is Thy Faithfulness - Songs of Inspiration
- Stories of Love
- Songs of the Isles – Scotland
- Scotland This Ancient Land
- A Traditional Christmas
- The Old House
- Caledonia - A Highland Homecoming