(Wills)
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Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone,
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where in dreams I live with a memory beneath the stars all alone.
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It was there I found beside the Alamo, enchantment strange as the blue up above.
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A moonlit pass that only she would know still hears my broken song of love.
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Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
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Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
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Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
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For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.
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Moon in all your splendor, hear only my heart. Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
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Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart, speak once again of my love, my own.
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Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone.
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For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose, my Rose of San Antone.
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San Antonio Rose
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John Denver |