Serene Seline paused on her way
And walked by my side 'cross the moor
Where pink roses grow come summer or snow
Then she was with me no more
From Slaithwaite to Heartshead where roses are white
She walked alongside me then faded from sight
I saw her again as the new day was born
Her light washed away by the dawn
Serene Seline went on her way
Now I travel the moor
Where pink roses grow come summer or snow
Hoping to see her once more
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