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 peple, and the moon and all
I pray every day to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you´ll never see my shade or hear thesound 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 ace of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you´ll never see my shade or hear thesound of my feet
While there´s a moon over Bourbon Street

She walks every day 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 God above?
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you´ll never see my shade or hear thesound of my feet
While there´s a moon over Bourbon Street