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 wand'ring 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.
