Sharon Shannon - On The Banks Of The Old Pontchartrain lyrics

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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