Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone.
Where in dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone.
It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue, up above
A moonlit path that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love.

Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart;
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin’ apart,
Speak once again of my love, my own.

Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone,
For that moonlit path by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone.