所属专辑:The Last Of The True Believers
歌手: Nanci Griffith
时长: 03:46
I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year[00:00:04]
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain[00:00:10]
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there[00:00:15]
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain[00:00:20]
Oh I've grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal[00:00:26]
Where the voices ring like bells in French Canadian[00:00:31]
And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws[00:00:37]
I am alone at night and dream of my own Pontchartrain[00:00:41]
Take me to the station I am late to catch my southbound train[00:00:47]
Oh I'm gonna call my cousin Libby[00:00:58]
She will be waiting by the tracks when I roll in[00:01:00]
I'm gonna roll across America[00:01:08]
Just to stand beside my Pontchartrain again[00:01:11]
These old rails shake like thunder through the night[00:01:40]
Soon I'll have my green eyed lover's arms to comfort me[00:01:45]
Oh I can see my cousin Libby by his side[00:01:51]
Her hair will flow in waves like on Lake Pontchartrain[00:01:56]
Repeat chorus[00:02:07]
I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year[00:02:33]
Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain[00:02:39]
I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there[00:02:44]
And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain[00:02:49]
Yes we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain[00:02:54]
We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain[00:03:00]
And here comes the train[00:03:10]