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
And I'll meet you at Alamo mission, where 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
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
If you ever feel sorrow, for the love you have wronged
With no hope for tomorrow; in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling; with dreams that might have been
The last good morning sunrise
Will be the brightest you've ever seen
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight
In the moonlight, in the midnight
In the moonlight midnight moonlight