The valley green was so serene In the middle ran a stream so blue A maiden fair, in despair, once had met 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 Never let go I be your ghost of a rose\"
Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of 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 love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose\"
When all was she turned to run Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her And ever more he he saw A glimpse of her upon the moors He'd hear her say \"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose\"