by Blackmore's Night
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..."
Ghost of a rose�
Ghost of a rose�
Ghost of a rose�
Ghost of a rose�
