The Rose of Tralee

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