In the old French Quarter in New Orleans In my dreams I walk once more with my darling In the jazzmen sentent nights neath the misty old lamplights In the old French Quarter in New Orleans.
When I left she held me tight and told me Not to stay away too long because she loved me And the silent teardrops fell as we kissed and said farewell In the old French Quarter in New Orleans.
But summer turned to winter And when springtime came I returned and learned That things were not the same.
As I said goodbye to old New Orleans I could see church bells ringing for my darling And I slowly walked away but I knew my heart would stay In the old French Quarter in New Orleans.