Germany
(1812 - 1883)

15 sheet music
2 MP3 - 1 MIDI

All sheet music

Follow this artist

Composers

Members Historic All

Buy music books
Flotow, Friedrich von

World wide shipping

"For more than 20 years, we have been facilitating legal access to free sheet music. If you appreciate and use Free-scores.com, please consider making a donation."

About / Member testimonies

Piano Sheet music ⮞ Piano solo ⮞ Friedrich von Flotow

The Last Rose of Summer
Irish Folk Song, Romanza Opera Martha
Friedrich von Flotow

Piano solo

Skill :

Rate :

Playlist

ViewDownload PDF : Complete sheet music (2 pages - 34.51 Ko)549x⬇

Log in or sign up for free
and participate in the Free-scores.com community :

assign an heart (and thus participate in improving the relevance of the ranking)
leave your comment
notate the skill level of this score
add this score to your library
add your audio or video interpretation

Do not see this window again for the duration of the session.

ViewDownload PDF : Another arrangement (43.25 Ko)

ViewDownload PDF : Landscape format (43.33 Ko)

Download MP3 : Last Rose, Martha 121x⬇ 889x

Download MP3 (1.21 Mo) : Interpretation (by kheidtmann)4x⬇ 1x

Download MIDIDownload MIDI : Another arrangement

VIDEO

ADD MP3

Video

Composer	Friedrich von Flotow (1812 - 1883)
Instrumentation	Piano solo
Style	Romantic
Arranger Publisher	Heidtmann, Klaus (1952 - ) Follow this artist 59 Contact
Key	F major
Lyricist	Thomas Moore, 1805
Date	1847
Copyright	Public Domain
Favourite song resp. aria of my beloved grandma (and me). The Thomas Moore traditional Irish poem and melody The Last Rose of Summer (first published in 1813), introduced for Martha in Act 2, was a successful inclusion.
Source / Web	Opera Martha
	Added by kheidtmann, 10 Aug 2017

<< Previous sheet music Next sheet music >>

LYRICS
'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?

0 comment