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