Letras
When the moon swings low on the Alamo
In a garden fair where roses grow
In the tender light of the summer night
I see her wander to and fro
For she said, "I'll wait by the garden gate"
On the night when I said, "I love you so"
And in all my dreams it seems I go
Where the moon swings low, a-swinging on the Alamo
For she said, "I'll wait by the garden gate"
On the night when I said, "Baby, I love you so"
And in all my dreams I go (There I go)
Where the moon swings low on the Alamo
On the Alamo
On the Alamo