St Genevieve
St Genevieve
It's Guinevere
Remember me
St Genevieve
St Genevieve
I'm over here
Beneath this tree
You know how
Faithful and devout
I am
You must admit I've
Always been a lamb
But Genevieve
St Genevieve
I won't obey you
Anymore you've
Gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and
Bargained for like
Beads at a bazaar
St Genevieve I've
Run away eluded
Them and fled
And from now on I
Intend to pray to
Someone else
Instead
Oh Genevieve
St Genevieve where
Were you when my
Youth was sold
Dear Genevieve
Sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young
Before I'm old
Where are the
Simple joys of
Maidenhood
Where are all those
Adoring daring
Boys
Where's the knight
Pining so for me
He leaps to death in
Woe for me
Oh where are a
Maiden's simple
Joys
Shan't I have the
Normal life a maiden
Should
Shall I never be
Rescued in the
Wood
Shall two knights
Never tilt for me
And let their blood
Be spilt for me
Oh where are the
Simple joys of
Maidenhood
Shall I not be on a
Pedestal
Worshipped and
Competed for
Not be carried off
Or better still cause
A little war
Where are the
Simple joys of
Maidenhood
Are those sweet
Gentle pleasures
Gone for good
Shall a feud not
Begin for me
Shall kith not kill
Their kin for me
Oh where are the
Trivial joys
Harmless convivial
Joys
Where are the
Simple joys of
Maidenhood