Jo Stafford - On the Alamo lyrics

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 him wander to and fro

For he 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

And in all my dreams it seems I go
Where the moon swings low
Where the moon swings low on the Alamo
On the Alamo, on the Alamo