Banks Of The Pontchartrain Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year 

Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain 

And I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there 

We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain 

As 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 

And I'm gonna call my cousin Libby 

She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in 

Oh 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 

Oh her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain 

Take me to the station 

I am late to catch my southbound train 

And I'm gonna call my cousin Libby 

She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in 

Oh I'm gonna roll across America 

Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again 

Well 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 

We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain 

Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain 

Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain 

And here comes the train, and it goes