Where the moon swings low on the Alamo In a garden fair where roses grow In the tender light of a summer night I can see him wander to and fro For he 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'll go Where the moon swings low on the Alamo ♪ For he said, I'll wait by the garden gate On the night I said, "I love you so" And in all my dreams it seems that I'll go Where the moon swings low The moon, it swings low-low-low ♪ The moon swings low on the Alamo