Ghost Of A Rose

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 mysteries She would lay amongst 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..." 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 upon the moors forever 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..." "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..."