Dimitri Tiomkin — 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...