'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flow'r 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 senseless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
1 | Il Mio Cuore va |
2 | Eden |
3 | Anything But Lonely |
4 | I Lost my Heart to a Starship Trooper |
5 | So Many Things |
6 | Something in The Air |
7 | She Doesn't See Him |
8 | Here With me |
9 | La Lune |
10 | Early One Morning |