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 was 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 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.

In the far fields of India, 'mid wars dreadful thunders
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder
I'm lonely tonight for 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.