As last rose of summer opens wider Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago Remember that day on our honeymoon You were so young with raven hair my beau We found that road side stand that afternoon Bought that jug of cider that was so cold Refreshing after long ride around mountain So eager for life that we would build_hold Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain I clip that rose_place in memory bottle One memory revs my motor throttle