In a place far from here,

Circled by mountains,

Her skirts are raised;

She gently sways.



[?] deceive

Lady Genevieve



Blue of blouse,

Crystal sphere 

Slowly revolving---

Her life is seen;

The blues are green.

Kings cannot believe

Lady Geneveie.

Butterfly to appear 

Frozen in final motion.

The bargain抯 made;

Her colors fade.

Collectors have achieved

Lady Genevieve.

Night has come,

So spread your wings

While they all are sleeping.

Try the wind;

Your wings shall mend.

Happily conceive,

Lady Genevieve.

Lady Genevieve,

Torn from the willow,

Rest your head,

Ooh, rest your head.

No one shall receive Lady Genevieve.