Tom Waits - The Last Rose Of Summer: lyrics de la chanson

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