The Rose Of Tralee - Jim McCann

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 the won me

Oh, no!

'twas the truth

In her eye ever dawning

That made me love Mary

The rose of Tralee

The cool shades of evening

Their mantle was 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 the won me

Oh, no!

'twas the truth

In her eye ever dawning

That made me love Mary

The rose of Tralee