There\'s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass into a pale lamplight
I\'ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright light, 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 face nor hear the sound of my feet
While there\'s a moon over Bourbon Street

There are many years ago 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 only see me walkin 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 face nor 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 and 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 can I be this way, when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy, I destroy the thing I love
Oh, you\'ll never see my face nor hear the sound of my feet
While there\'s a moon over Bourbon Street