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
SW