When the last rose of summer pricks my fingers
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can’t hear the song for the singer
And I can’t tell my pillow from a stoneI will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own
Robert Hunter, Jerry Garcia
My container roses are now 5 years old! This beauty is from the Royal Welcome. We also have a Double Delight, which has the most intoxicating fragrance.