The Rose of Tralee
The pale moon was rising, above the green mountains,
The sun was declining, beneath the blue sea,
As I trailed 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 mantles were spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, sat listening to me.
The moon through the valley, her pale rays were shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. chorus
Michael Finn - melody voice
Jim Hancock - guitar and voice
As performed on the recording:
Songs of Love (and Other Silly Stuff