Finale
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...