There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonightI see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplightI've no choice but to follow that callThe bright lights, the people and the moon and allI pray every day to be strongFor I know what I do must be wrongOh, you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feetWhile there's a moon over Bourbon StreetInstrumentalIt was many years ago that I became what I amI was trapped in this life like an innocent lambNow I can never show my face at noonAnd you'll only see me walking by the light of the moonThe brim of my hat hides the eye of a beastOf the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priestOh, you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feetWhile there's a moon over Bourbon StreetInstrumentalInstrumentalShe walks every day through the streets of New OrleansShe's innocent and young from a family of meansI've stood many times outside her window at nightTo struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlightHow could I be this way when I pray to God aboveI must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I loveOh, you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feetWhile there's a moon over Bourbon StreetInstrumental