Goddamn Europeans!
Take me back to beautiful England
And the grey, damp filthiness of ages,
And battered books and
Fog rolling down behind the mountains,
On the graveyards, and dead sea-captains.
Let me walk through the stinking alleys
To the music of drunken beatings,
Past the Thames River, glistening like gold
Hastily sold for nothing.
Let me watch night fall on the river,
The moon rise up and turn to silver,
The sky move,
The ocean shimmer,
The hedge shake,
The last living rose, quiver.
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah


Songwriters: Polly Harvey
The Last Living Rose lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
the song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXKfeIgpIHQ
artist website:  http://pjharvey.net/
photo: vagrant records