| | | | H7 | H7 | 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.)