On The Alamo

Where the moon swings low

On the Alamo,

In a garden fair where roses grow,

In the tender light

Of a Summer night,

I can see her wander to and fro.

For she said, "I'll wait

By the garden gate",

On the night I said, "I love you so!",

And in all my dreams it seems I'll go

Where the moon swings low

On the Alamo.

Oh, she said she's gonna wait

Down by the garden gate,

On the night I said, "I love you so!",

And in all my dreams it seems that I'll go

Where the moon swings low

On the Alamo.