This song was mentioned by BeauDangles on 02-Oct-2000, and by SDShad on Halloween, 2001. MOON OVER BOURBON STREET As recorded by Sting on “The Dream of the Blue Turtles,” 1985. 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 every day 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 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 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.
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