Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antonio, where in dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone.It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strings as it blew up above the moonlit past, that only she would know, still heeds my broken song of love.Moaning on your splendor, know only my heart, call back my rose, rose of San Antonio.Lips so sweet and tender, like petals fall apart, speak once again of my love, of my honor.Broken songs and free words I know, still live in my heart all alone.That moonlit past by the Alamo, and rose, my rose of San Antonio.It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strings as it blew up above the moonlit past, that only she would know, still heeds my broken song of love.Moaning on your splendor, know only my heart, call back my rose, rose of San Antonio.Lips so sweet and tender, like petals fall apart, speak once again of my love, of my honor.Lips so sweet and tender, like petals fall apart, speak once again of my love, of my honor.Broken songs and free words I know, still live in my heart all alone.That moonlit past, that only she would know, my rose, my rose of San Antonio.My rose, my rose of San Antonio.Lips so sweet and tender.
