| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 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" | () | | | | | | | | ...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" |: | | | :| (ad lib.)