Frank Sinatra
The Fable Of The Rose
Starry night, this is the fable of the rose
The rose I gave my love
So young and tender, so in bloom
Filled with a faint perfume
Is lying crushed and faded in a room
Starry night, this is the fable of the rose
The rose I gave my love
Beyond all dreams of her caress
I may as well confess
She only loved me slightly nonetheless
Yet her smile so strangely taunts me
All the thrill of it haunts me
And so it goes, the fable of the rose