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