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