Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain ...And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain ... grown pale beneath the streets of Montreal...Where the voices ring like be...And the rivers stand imprisoned till the thaws ...and dream of my own Pontchartrain ...Take me to the station, I am late ... will be waiting by the tracks when I roll ... to stand beside my Pontchartrain again ...ike thunder through the night ... waves like on Lake Pontchartrain ...Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain ...And we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain ...Yes, we will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain ...We will dance along the banks of old Lake Pontchartrain ...And here comes the train