By George Cooper
O, Geneviere, I’d give the world
To live again the lovely past;
But now it withers in the blast.
I see thy face in every dream,
My waking thoughts are full of thee;
The glance is in the starry beam
That falls along the Summer sea.
Chorus
O, Geneviere, sweet Geneviere,
The days may come, the days may go;
But still the hands of mem’ry weave
The blissfull dreams of long ago.
Fair Geneviere, my early love,
The years but make thee dearer far!
My heart shall never, never love;
Thou art my only guiding star.
For me the past has no regret,
Whate’er the years may bring to me;
I bless the hour when first we met,
The hour that gave me love and thee!
