- 歌詞
- 專輯列表
Martin Simpson
-
Lakes Of Ponchartrain
Through streams and bogs and under bush, I made my weary way, Though windfalls thick and devil's floods, my aching feet did stray. Until at last by evening start, on higher ground I gained, And there I met with a Creole girl, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain
Good evening to you Creole girl, my money is no good, Although I fear the 'gaitors, well I must defend the wood. You are welcome here kind stranger my house is very plain, But we never turn a stranger out, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain
She took me to her mammy's house, and she treated me right well, The hair around her shoulders, in them jet black ringlets fell. I'd try to describe her beauty, but I find the words in vain, 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 So beautiful that Creole girl, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
Well I asked if she'd marry me, she said that could not be, Because she loved a sailor, and he's far away at sea. She said that she would marry him, and true she would remain, Even through he never did comeback, to the Lakes of Pontchartrain
So farewell farwell you Creole girl, I'll ne'er see you no more, I'll ne'er forget your kindness, in the cottage by the shore. And at each social gathering, a flowing glass I'd drain, And I drink a health to the Creole girl, by the Lakes of Pontchartrain
-
|