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