Saturday, July 28, 2007

Oh Genevieve

 I first came across this song when I was about 12 years old. I don't remember which book it was in but one of the characters sang the first verse in the book...and I fell in love with the song.

I went to the library and looked it up and memorized all the verses and I still remember it.

I love the idea behind it. That once you love someone...or they love you...you don't forget. Ever.

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 ev'ry dream,
My waking tho'ts are full of thee
Thy glance is in the starry beam
That falls along the summer sea.

cho: 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

0h, Genevieve, my only love,
The years have made thee dearer, far.
My heart shall never, never roam;
Thou art my own true guiding star.
To me the past has no regrets
What e’er the years may bring to me.
I bless the hour when first we met;
The hour that brought 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.

3 comments:

SadEnding said...

One of the most beautiful songs ever written.

Unknown said...

My grandmother was named after this song (middle name). She was born in 1893, and her father, besides being an organist and piano tuner, sold sheet music, of which this was no doubt one a sample. So it was still presumably a popular song in the early 1890s, at least in the midwest. (PS: My grandmother hated the name!)

Malcolm said...

My grandmother (born 1895) was named Geneva and my mother used to tell me how she remembered my grandfather singing this song to her.