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

Where the moon swings low

On the Alamo