Daniel O’Donnell serenades Elysha Brennan after being crowned the 2015 Rose of Tralee
- 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 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 mantle were 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 that won me;
- Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
- That made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee.
- In the far fields of India, ‘mid war’s dreadful thunders,
- Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
- But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
- I’m lonely tonight for the Rose 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