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 every dream,
My waking thoughts are full of thee
Thy glance is in the starry beam
That falls along the summer sea

Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve
The days may come, the days may go
But still the hands of memory weave
The blissful dreams of long ago

Fair Genevieve, my early love
The years but make thee dearer far
My heart shall never. never rove
Thou art my only guiding star
For me the past has no regret
What ever the years may bring to me
I bless the hour when first we met
The hour that gave me love and thee

Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve
The days may come, the days may go
But still the hands of memory weave
The blissful dreams of long ago