Let the old men tell the story, let the legend grow and grow
Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo
Lift the tattered banners proudly while the eyes of Texas shine
Let the fort that was a mission be an everlasting shrine
Once they fought to give us freedom that is all we need to know
Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo...
Now, the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of the Lord
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...
Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo
Lift the tattered banners proudly while the eyes of Texas shine
Let the fort that was a mission be an everlasting shrine
Once they fought to give us freedom that is all we need to know
Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo...
Now, the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of the Lord
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...