作词 : Phillips
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.