OH GENEVIEVE



Oh Genevieve, I'd give the world

To live again the lovely past!

The rose of youth was dew-impearled

But now it withers in the blast.



I see thy face in ev'ry dream,

My waking tho'ts are full of thee

Thy glance is in the starry beam

That falls along the summer sea.



cho: Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve,

The days may come, the days may go

But still the hands of mem'ry weave

The blissful dreams of long ago



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