In a place far from here
Circled by mountains
Her skirts are raised
She gently sways
And kings cannot relieve
Lady Genevieve
Through a glass crystal sphere
Slowly revolving
Her life is seen
The blues are green
And holy man decieve
Lady Genevieve
Butterfly to a pin
Frozen in final motion
Her colors fade
The bargain's made
Collectors have achieved
Lady Genevieve
Night has come
So spread your wings
While they all are sleeping
Try the wind
Your wings will mend
And happily conceive
Lady Genevieve
Lady Genevieve
Torn from the willow
Rest your head
And none shall ere recieve
My Lady Genevieve