text: I love the way the tattered clouds
  Blow wind across the sky
  The summer goes and leaves me
  With a tear in my eye
  Im taking out my winter clothes
  My garden knows what is wrong
  The petals of my favorite rose
  In the shadows dark and long
  Though every year, its very clear
  I should be used to carrying on
  But I can be found in the garden singing this song
  When the last rose of summer is gone
  The last rose of summer is gone