Not the point, I know, but I always wonder about the ‘last rose of summer’, given that we often have the odd brave one still out here* at Christmas! *outer SW London, it’ll be different further north, I know.
The songs that make me sad are some of the poignant WW2 era ones. Something to do with the long-gone style of singing (e.g. Goodnight Sweetheart) and the fact that so many of the original listeners are dead and gone. So just another aspect of ‘passing seasons’ I suppose.