If you ever feel lonesome when you're down in San Antone    Beg, steal or borrow two nickels or dime to 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    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 for the 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