If you ever feel lonesome
And your down in San Antone
Beg, steal, or borrow two nickels or a dime
And call me on the phone
I'll meet you at Alamo mission
And we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother
Will heal us as we kneel there
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight, midnight moonlight
If you ever feel sorrow for the deeds you have done
With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling of things that might have been
And that last good morning sunrise
Will be the brightest you've ever seen
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight, midnight moonlight
If you ever feel sorrow for the deeds you have done
With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling of things that might have been
And that last good morning sunrise
Will be the brightest you've ever seen
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight, midnight moonlight