This is the first rose you gave to me All that is left of my used-to-be I've kept it with me through all these years Recalling memories through lonesome tears Between the pages my stories told Of love that blossomed and then grew cold All that is left now is plain to see It's this first rose, dear, you gave to me You were the first love I ever knew My days were happy my skies were blue Now all has faded just like the rose Where has it gone, dear, nobody knows This is the first rose; also the last The joy it brought me has now all passed But I can hold dear your memories Within the first rose you gave to me