Paroles de Belfast Rose

The last red rose of summer Eed as red can be Fairer than the others But not so fair as she Flags of every colour Men have died for those Blood as red as flowers As red as any rose So softly fills my room With her haunting sweet perfume Here then gone forever My bonnie Belfast rose Tell me all your stories Days of long ago Beauties rare and splendid But not my Belfast rose So softly fills my room With her haunting sweet perfume Here then gone forever My bonnie Belfast rose Farewell my restless visions Gone like glad old clothes Some you keep forever But not my Belfast rose