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 <lnterlude> 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 <lnterlude> 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