Ghost of a Rose
The valley green was so sereneIn the middle ran a stream so blue...A maiden fair, in despair, once had mether true love there and she told him...She would say...
"Promise me, when you see,a white rose you'll think of meI love you so,Never let go,I will be your ghost of a rose..."
Her eyes believed in mysteriesShe would lay amongst the leaves of amberHer 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 meI love you so,Never let go,I will be your ghost of a rose..."
When all was done, she turned to runDancing to the setting sun as he watched herAnd ever more he thought he sawA glimpse of her upon the moors foreverHe'd hear her say...
"Promise me, when you see,a white rose you'll think of meI love you so,Never let go,I will be your ghost of a rose..."