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Robert Lindner
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Here's my I love you
For All of Us
Last Rose of Summer and First Rose of Spring
“ 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter, Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?”
The Last Rose of Summer From A Selection of Irish Melodies by Thomas Moore
“Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed….
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose”
The Rose by Gordon Mills
O my Luve is like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody. That’s sweetly played in tune.
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
“Love, Love, Love… Nothing you can know that isn't known. Nothing you can see that isn't shown. Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy. All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.”
All You Need Is Love by McCartney and Lennon
Stems of Rosa Old Blush poke out of the slush,
She’s not first rose of spring, now winter’s done.
But last rose of summer, Rosa Old Blush
Brings on the songs of the very first one.
The seed that waits beneath the winter snows
For sun’s love to set new life flowering,
And melt away the bitterness life knows,
And bring the joys that love’s empowering.
Then I’ll sing to buds and blossoms of spring,
And be sure to water when the spring rains
Have passed by, when summer is beginning,
And roses’ blossoms are in all the lanes.
And we’ll walk when the trees are green and shade
Is what we will seek instead of sun’s heat.
We’ll walk hand in hand before Roses fade
With love, the flower that sometimes we’ll meet
Before the last Rose of summer will leave
Us alone, and love’s shining circle will
Not bind us with its ring. But let’s not grieve,
As we sing and first Rose of spring is still
In her seed, still awaiting the sun’s love,
The love, we all need, the love we can share.
Let’s join in love’s circle while sun’s above.
Let’s let love flower and make us a pair.
And we will twine in love’s circle like the rose
That climbs. And with that love we shall be bound
Together as time passes and love grows
There in the garden where we shall be found
In love forever as the world goes round.
Till the last rose of summer sleeps again.
Till songs of spring will wake her with their sound.
From her seed the Rose will blossom and then
Love shall be her name and we’ll sing of love
Forever because love is all we need.
It is the love I’m always dreaming of
“It is a flower, and you, its only seed.”
The Love that in the spring becomes the Rose
And spring and summer are Rose’s seasons.
It’s nothing I can know that no one knows,
Because my love has her lovely reasons.
And though Rosa Old Blush is the last one
Of the summer, there is still Rose’s seed
That’s waiting for the love of the spring sun
To sing love, love, love… Love is all you need.
Love keeps you warm in winter, makes you sing
In spring. It takes away the sadness of
The cold, dark days. For Love is everything,
Everything you need. “All you need is love.”
“I say Love, it is a flower, and you,
Its only seed.” And, “Love is all you need.”
When “The last rose of summer” rings so true.
But when the last rose goes, I’ll say god speed.
Till then in the garden we shall be found
Together as time passes and love grows.
In love forever as the world goes round.
Twined in love’s circle like a climbing Rose.
Twined in love’s circle in our flower bed,
As spring becomes the summer as seasons
Keep passing by. Then when all words are said,
When all love songs with their lovely reasons
Are sung. Hand in hand before The Last Rose
Of Summer, as before the first of spring.
Love will always be the first Rose that grows
“Love is all you need.” Love is everything.
Robert
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