Letras
Oh, Genevieve, sweet Genevieve
I bless the hour when first we met
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
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 your 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 mem'ry weave
The blissful dreams of long ago (Long, long ago)