Nanci Griffith - Banks Of The Pontchartrain lyrics
[Nanci Griffith - Banks Of The Pontchartrain lyrics]
I'm goin' back where my
Garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly
In the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
And we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Oh, I've grown pale beneath
The streets of Montreal
Where the voices ring like
Bells in French-Canadian
And the rivers stand imprisoned
Till the thaws i am alone at night and
Dream of my own Pontchartrain
Take me to the station i am
Late to catch my southbound train
Oh, I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
She will be waiting by the
Tracks when I roll in
I'm gonna roll across America
Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again
These old rails shake like
Thunder through the night
Soon I'll have my green eyed
Lover's arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
Her hair will flow in waves
Like on Lake Pontchartrain
I'm goin' back where my
Garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly
In the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
And we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
We will dance along the banks
Of old Lake Pontchartrain
And here comes the train
Garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly
In the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
And we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Oh, I've grown pale beneath
The streets of Montreal
Where the voices ring like
Bells in French-Canadian
And the rivers stand imprisoned
Till the thaws i am alone at night and
Dream of my own Pontchartrain
Take me to the station i am
Late to catch my southbound train
Oh, I'm gonna call my cousin Libby
She will be waiting by the
Tracks when I roll in
I'm gonna roll across America
Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again
These old rails shake like
Thunder through the night
Soon I'll have my green eyed
Lover's arms to comfort me
Oh, I can see my cousin Libby by his side
Her hair will flow in waves
Like on Lake Pontchartrain
I'm goin' back where my
Garden blooms all year
Where the wintertime speaks softly
In the fallin' rain
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
And we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
Yes, we will dance along the
Banks of old Lake Pontchartrain
We will dance along the banks
Of old Lake Pontchartrain
And here comes the train