Sweet Genevieve

"Sweet Genevieve," sung by Messrs.

Porter and Bealing for the Lambert Company

of Chicago.

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 every dream, my

waking thoughts are full of thee.

Thy glance is in the starry

beam that falls along the

summer sea.

Oh, Genevieve,

sweet Genevieve,

the days may come, the

days may go.

But still the hands

of memory weave

the blissful dreams

of love

aglow.

Oh, Genevieve,

sweet Genevieve,

the days may come, the

days may go.

But still the hands

of memory weave

the blissful dreams

of love

aglow.