Letra de 'The Rose Of Tralee' de John Mcdermott

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 wars bloody thunder,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the cold hand of death has now torn us asunder
Im 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.