| 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 pass 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 falling 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 pass by the Alamo | 
| And Rose, my Rose of San Antone | 
| 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 pass 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 falling 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 pass by the Alamo | 
| And Rose, my Rose of San Antone |