Pontchartrain — текст песни (Jane Siberry)

O it was one fine morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And took the road to Jackson Town
My fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which had my heart a-longing
For the Lakes of Pontchartrain

I stowed aboard a railroad car
Beneath the morning sun
And I rode the rails `til eventide
`Til I finally lay me down
No stranger would befriend me
`Til a dark girl toward me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain

I said `My bonnie Creole lass,
My money `tis no good
And if it weren`t for the alligators
I`d sleep here in the wood.`
`You`re welcome here kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain.`

She took me into her mama`s house
And she treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders
In jet black ringlets fell
To try to paint her beauty
`Twould surely be in vain
So handsome was my Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain

I asked her if she`d marry me,
She said that ne`er could be
For she had a lover
Who was far away at sea
She said that she would wait for him
And true she would remain
`Til he returned to his Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain

So fare thee well, my Creole lass,
I`ll ne`er see you no more
And I`ll ne`er forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering
A flowing bowl I`ll drain
I`ll raise a glass to my Creole lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain
I`ll raise a glass to my bonnie lass
On the Lakes of Pontchartrain