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"