i sing a few of her songs, this has been one of my top favorites to sing and play on the guitar. here comes the train, it goes whooo hooo hooo hooo-ooooo
Lyrics ~ 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 Hmmm hmmmm
Genius. Miss you Nancy.
A woman of unmeasurable class and talent. She left us way too soon but she'll never be forgotten. RIP Nanci.
Another light goes out with the passing of Nanci Griffith
R.I.P
Wonderful song
One more angle to join join the Heavenly Choir. our hearts will cry
i sing a few of her songs, this has been one of my top favorites to sing and play on the guitar. here comes the train, it goes whooo hooo hooo hooo-ooooo
Oh Nanci. God bless your soul. You will be missed.
RIP Nanci .....Godspeed
I'm gonna miss her 'til I stop breathing. I will never again hear a voice like hers.
This song was featured on KXCI 91.3 in Tucson
Lyrics ~
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
Hmmm hmmmm