The Rose of Tralee

The Rose of Tralee - The Irish Wanderers

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain

The sun was declining beneath the blue sea

When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain

That stands in the beautiful vale of tralee

She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer

Yet twas not her beauty alone that won me

Oh no twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning

That made me love mary the rose of tralee

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading

And mary all smiling was not listening to me

The moon through the valley her pale rays were shading

When I won the heart of the rose of tralee

Oh lovely and fair as the rose of the summer

Yet twas not her beauty alone that won me

Oh no twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning

That made me love mary my rose of tralee