moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon and all your splendor knows only my heart Call back my Rose Rose of San Antone
the Alamo and rose my Rose of San Antone [ guitar - steel - fiddle ] Well now moon and all your splendor... Rose my Rose of San Antone rose my Rose of San Antone
moonlit pass that only she would know still hears my broken song of love Moon and all your splendor knows only my heart Call back my Rose Rose of San Antone
heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And rose my rose of San Antone And rose my rose of San Antone And rose my rose of San Antone
heart all alone. For that moonlit pass by the Alamo. And rose, my rose of San Antone. And rose, my rose of San Antone. And rose, my rose of San Antone
the moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone [Incomprehensible] Moon in all your splendor Hear only my heart Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
moonlit pass that only she would know still hears my broken song of love Moon and all your splendor knows only my heart call back my Rose Rose of San Antone
MOONLIT PASS THAT ONLY SHE WOULD KNOW STILL HEARS MY BROKEN SONG OF LOVE MOON AND ALL YOUR SPLENDOR KNOWS ONLY MY HEART CALL BACK MY ROSE, ROSE OF SAN ANTONE
Rose of San Antone Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
SAN ANTONIO ROSE (Bob Wills) « © '40 Hill and Range Songs » Deep within my heart lies a melody a song of old San Antone Where in dreams
SAN ANTONIO ROSE WRITER BOB WILLS Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San An - tone. Where in dreams I live with a memory, Beneath the
moonlit pass that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon and all your splendor know Only my heart call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
live in my heart all alone For that moonlit path Oh beside the Alamo And rose my rose of San Antone Oh ho my rose my rose of San Antone {Take a bow
Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit path Oh beside the Alamo And Rose my rose of San Antone Oh my rose my rose of San Antone
t want to hear a sad story We both already know how it goes So if you'll be my tall dark stranger I'll be your San Antone Rose I wish I could tell you
