Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Patterson
Vocals
Geraldin O'Grady
Violin
Oonagh Keogh
Violin
The Eily O'Grady Irish Harp Orchestra
Performer
Eanan Patterson
Violin
Irish Promenade Orchestra
Performer
John Tate
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Spencer
Composer
GLOVER
Lyrics
T.C. Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Somerville-Large
Engineer
Geraldin O'Grady
Producer
Dae Bennett
Engineer
Lyrics
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary all smiling sat listening to me;
The moon through the valley her pale rays were shining
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
On the far fields of India, mid war's bloody thunder,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the cold hand of death has now torn us asunder
I'm lonely tonight for my Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee
Writer(s): Frank Joseph Patterson
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