Banks Of The Pontchartrain - Nanci Griffith

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

(Repeat chorus)

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