Banks Of The Pontchartrain
Nanci Griffith · Other Songs - Nanci Griffith
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
Chorus:
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
Banks Of The Pontchartrain
Nanci Griffith's 'Banks Of The Pontchartrain' stands as a quintessential example of her signature acoustic storytelling, blending folk and country influences with a distinct Texan sensibility. Recorded during an era when Griffith was redefining the American folk landscape, the track showcases her ability to weave intricate narratives into melodic structures that resonate with listeners seeking authenticity. The song reflects her deep connection to Louisiana culture and the Mississippi Delta, themes that have permeated her extensive discography since the 1970s. Through her characteristic vocal delivery and guitar work, Griffith captures the emotional weight of place and memory, creating a recording that remains a staple in her catalog of evocative, unadorned music.