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..."