There's A Moon Over Bourbon Street Tonight

I See Faces As They Pass Beneath The Pale Lamplight

I've No Choice But To Follow That Call

The Bright Lights, The People, And The Moon And All

I Pray Everyday To Be Strong

For I Know What I Do Must Be Wrong

Oh You'll Never See My Shade Or Hear The Sound Of My Feet

While There's A Moon Over Bourbon Street



It Was Many Years Ago That I Became What I Am

I Was Trapped In This Life Like An Innocent Lamb

Now I Can Never Show My Face At Noon

And You'll Only See Me Walking By The Light Of The Moon

The Brim Of My Hat Hides The Eye Of A Beast

I've The Face Of A Sinner But The Hands Of A Priest

Oh You'll Never See My Shade Or Hear The Sound Of My Feet

While There's A Moon Over Bourbon Street



She Walks Everyday Through The Streets Of New Orleans

She's Innocent And Young, From A Family Of Means

I Have Stood Many Times Outside Her Window At Night

To Struggle With My Instinct In The Pale Moonlight

How Could I Be This Way When I Pray To God Above?

I Must Love What I Destroy And Destroy The Thing I Love

Oh You'll Never See My Shade Or Hear The Sound Of My Feet

While There's A Moon Over Bourbon Street