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
He walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans He’s innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside the window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light 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
[00:11.510]There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:17.500]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:23.330]I’ve no choice but to follow that call [00:29.470]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all [00:35.150]I pray everyday to be strong [00:44.170]For I know what I do must be wrong [00:46.080]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [00:51.850]While there’s a moon over bourbon street [01:07.210]It was many years ago that I became what I am [01:12.830]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:18.670]Now I can never show my face at noon [01:24.400]And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:30.500]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [01:36.540]I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [01:42.090]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [01:47.500]While there’s a moon over bourbon street [02:15.130] [02:26.760]He walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans [02:32.320]He’s innocent and young from a family of means [02:37.710]I have stood many times outside the window at night [02:43.730]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light [02:50.030]How could I be this way when I pray to God above [02:55.370]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love [03:01.180]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:06.390]While there’s a moon over bourbon street [03:11.660]
