I love the way
The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky
As summer goes and leaves me
With a tear in my eye
I'm taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what's wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Be in shadows dark and long
Though every year
It's very clear
I should be carrying on
But I can be found
In the garden
Singing this song
When the last rose of summer is gone
The last rose of summer is gone