Blackmore's Night - Ghost Of A Rose
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 ...