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 [A7so!",
And in all [Em]my [A]dreams it seems I'll go
Where the moon [C7]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 [A7so!",
And in all [Em]my [A]dreams it seems that I'll go
Where the moon [C7]swings low
On the Alamo.