Rose Of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains
the sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountains
that stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee
She was lovely and fair as a rose of the summer
yet it was not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no, it was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee
The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading
and Mary all smiling sat listening to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
when I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
Though lovely and fair as a rose of the summer
yet it was not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no, it was the trust in her eyes ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee