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
 
  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