Lonely through the long weary day,
Lonely in the gloaming I stray,
And in fancy I am down where
Someone's waiting for me.
Down there where I long to be roaming,
Noonlight tells me love's dream is o'er,
Moonlight finds me wandering once more.

Where the moon swings low,
On The Alamo,
In a garden fair where roses grow.
In the tender light of the 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 go,
Where the moon swings low
On The Alamo.