Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
I love the way the tattered clouds
Blow wind across the sky
The summer goes and leaves me
With a tear in my eye
I'm 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, it's very clear
I should be 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
The Last Rose of Summer was written by Tom Waits.
The Last Rose of Summer was produced by Tom Waits.
Tom Waits released The Last Rose of Summer on Tue Nov 02 1993.