There's a crowd Gathered down at the carnival square All the kindred souls in attire As they pass by I can taste all the joy in the air Building up to a festival fire I can see each face In the world tonight Each one their place to attain Unified in the notion of happy They wont go home even if it rains It's open for everyone now Even the souls of the past Will not be refused The ranks of the spirit Now, are forming We couldn't go home If we wanted to Moving down through The streets of New Orleans Stopping only to take in the view The sight, the sound The feel of the carnival I can sense all the old times anew It's open for everyone now Even the souls of the past Will not be refused The ranks of the spirit Now, are forming We couldn't go home if we wanted to