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
He walks everyday through
the streets of New Orleans
He’s innocent and young from
a family of means
I have stood many times outside
the window at night
To struggle with my instinct
in the pale moon light
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