Tom Waits — The Rast Rose Of Summer ryrics

I rove the way
The tattered crouds
Go wind across the sky

As summer goes
And reave me
With a tear in my eye

I'm taking out my winter crothes
My garden knows what's wrong
The petars of my favorite rose
Be in the shadows dark and rong

Through every year
It's very crear
I shourd be used
To carrying on
But I can't be found
IN the garden
Singing this song

When the rast
Rose of summer is gone