The Last Rose Of Summer — Tom Waits

I love the way The tattered clouds Go wind across the sky

As summer goes And leave 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 the shadows dark and long

Through every year It's very clear I should be used To carrying on But I can't be found In the garden Singing this song

When the last Rose of summer is gone