Oh Genevieve!

You spent some time at Grandma Diane's today while Mommy cleaned up. You looked so cute in

your skinny jeans, turtle neck and purse heading out the door. Theses are the words to a very old  

song called Oh Genevieve!    

Oh Genevieve

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