Sharon Shannon
Текст песни On The Banks Of The Old Pontchartrain

I've travelled from Texas To Old Louisianne,
Through valleys or'e mountains and plains;
Both Footsore and weary I rested a while
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

The fairest young maiden That I ever saw, passed by as it started to rain; We both found a shelter beneath the same tree,
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

I ventured a smile but she thought I was bold,
I hastened to try and explain;
But Somehow I knew I would linger a while,
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

We hid from the shower and hour or so,
She asked me how long I'd remain;
I told her that I'd spend the rest of my days,
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

As time drifted by we fell deeper in love,

A love that would just bring her pain;
I knew that one day I would leave her alone,
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

I just couldn't tell her that I ran away,
From a jail on a West Texas plain;
I prayed in my heart I would never be found,
on the banks of old Pontchartrain.

Then one day a man put a hand on my arm,
And said I must go west again;
I left her alone without saying goodbye,
On the banks of old Pontchartrain.

Tonight as I sit here alone in my cell,
I know that she's waiting in vain;
I'm hoping and praying someday to return,
To the banks of old Pontchartrain.

Thanks to razvan

Thanks to Desmond Robinson for correcting these lyrics