The Last Rose lyrics

The last rose is in full bloom

In autumn's grip its seasoned

Though spotted and tattered

Its beauty is still magnificent

Aged early with imperfections

The tender ones are all gone away

A scent still marvelously mild

Blackened edges stung by cold

The frosty caress left chafing

Though gentle petals spreading

Life returns if but briefly so

Not wanting to surrender quick

To the fatal slumber of winter

Beauty unlost by bitter chill

Warming the heart yet fragile

Touching deeply the mind's memory