| Deep within my heart lies a melody
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| A song of old San Antone
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| Where in dreams I live with a memory
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| Beneath the stars all alone
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| It was there I found beside the Alamo
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| Enchantment strange as the blue up above
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| A moonlit pass that only she would know
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| Still hears my broken song of love
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| Moon in all your splendor know only my heart
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| Call back my rose, rose of San Antone
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| Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart
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| Speak once again of my love, my own.
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| Broken song, empty words I know
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| Still live in my heart all alone
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| For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
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| And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
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| 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
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| And Rose, my Rose of San Antone |