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..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
