Blackmore's Night - Ghost of a Rose

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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
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..."
 
Добавлено popexitpopexit в пт, 22/03/2013 - 21:03
В последний раз исправлено SarasvatiSarasvati в вс, 21/04/2019 - 03:52
Спасибо!

 

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