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