Deep within my heart lies a mel - o - dy,
A song of old San An - tone.
Where in dreams I live with a mem - o - ry,
Beneath the stars all alone.
It was there I found beside the Al - a - mo
En - chant - ment strange as the blue up above.
A moon - lit 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 An - tone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart,
Speak once a - gain of my love, my own.
A bro - ken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all a - lone
For that moon - lit pass by the Al - a - mo,
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone.