Lyrics:

Across from the mission were cottonwood trees
Where nightingales answer the murmuring breeze
The kiss of a soldier is always goodbye
The San Antonio story begins with a sigh

She took a manteea, manteea of laiz
And whispered 'Tomorrow, same time and same place'
His arms went around her, each kiss was the last
The San Antonio story, a page from the past

They clung together so afraid to let each other go
Somehow they seemed to sense tomorrow never comes
He tore away and took his station in the Alamo
For in the distance could be heard the roll of drums

Across from the mission are cottonwood trees
Where nightingales answer the murmuring breeze
Each evening she's trolled through the evenings of old
The San Antonio story my grandmother told