Laulunsanoja:
Charlotte Church The Last Rose Of Summer

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

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