Banks Of The Pontchartrain

I'm goin' back to 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

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 thaw

I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain

Take me to the station

I am late to catch my southbound train

I'm gonna call cousin Libby

She will be waiting by the tracks when I pull in

I'm gonna roll across to 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

I can see my cousin Libby by his side

Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain

Take me to the station

I am late to catch my southbound train

I'm gonna call cousin Libby

She will be waiting by the tracks when I pull in

I'm gonna roll across to America

Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again

I'm gonna roll across to America

Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again