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, 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
And danced in 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..."
6.6. Klo 20.00 Jippii!!!!
