The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
maiden fair
In despair
Once had met her [bad word] love there
And she told him
She would say

Promise me
When you see
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, quiet and mild
And he loved her
When she would say

Promise me
When you see
white rose you'll think of me
I love you so never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose...
I will be your ghost of a rose...

When all was done
She turned [bad word] 
And danced into the setting sun
As he watched her
And ever more
He thought he saw
glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say

Promise me
When you see
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
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...
Ghost of a rose...