There's
a yellow rose in Texas, I'm going there to see.
I
know she's waiting for me, nobody only me.
She
cried so when I left her, it like to broke her heart.
And
if we ever meet again, we never more shall part.
[CHORUS]
She's
the sweetest little rosebud, that Texas ever knew.
Her
eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew.
You
may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosy Lee,
But
the yellow rose of Texas, is the only one for me.
Oh,
I'm going back to find her, my heart is full of woe.
We'll
sing the songs together, that we sang so long ago.
I'll
pick the banjo gaily, and sing the songs of yore.
The
Yellow Rose of Texas, shall be mine forever more.
[to chorus]

Texas,
Our Texas
Texas,
Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas,
Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest
and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O
Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.
[CHORUS]
God
bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That
you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
God
bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That
you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
Texas,
O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Sends
out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem
of Freedom! it set our hearts aglow,
With
thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.
[to
chorus]
Texas,
dear Texas! from tyrant grip now free,
Shines
forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother
of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming
our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.
[to chorus]

San
Antonio Rose
Deep
within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone,
Where
in dreams I live with a memory,
Beneath
the stars all alone.
It
was there I found beside the Alamo,
Enchantment
strange as the blue up above
A
moonlit pass that only she would know,
still
hears my broken song of love.
Moon
in all your splendor, know only my heart,
Call
back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Lips
so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak
once again of my love, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know,
Still
live in my heart all alone
For
that moon lit pass by the Alamo,
And Rose,
my Rose of San Antone.
