The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue…
A maiden fair, in despair
once had met her true love there
and she told him She would say
”Promise me , when you see
a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so, Never let go
I will be… your ghost of a rose”
Her eyes believed in myste- ries
She would lay a mongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still
and quiet and mild and he loved her When she would say
“Promise me , when you see
a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so, Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose”
ghost of a rose
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her up on the moors for- ever. He’d hear her say
“Promise me , when you see
a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so, Never let go,
I will be… your ghost of a rose”
