The Last Rose of Summer - White Willow

She sits by the window

Gazing at the frozen river

Her hands clasped tight above her heart

A tear runs down her cheek

She starts to shiver

Memories that haunt her

Summer nights that came and went

Like winds that move the willow’s

Leaves

Today the last leaf fell

The tree is bent

Once there was a springtime

With flowers of the deepest blue

And he came from the south-land

Bearing gifts of love

And hope so sweet

Now summer is long gone

And gone those eyes of deepest blue

And hope lies withered on the ground

As will the last red rose

Held to her breast