Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
It's Guinevere, remember me?
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I'm over here beneath this tree!
You know how faithful and devout I am
You must admit I've always been a lamb
But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I won't obey you anymore
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for
Like beads at a bazaar
Saint Genevieve, I've run away
Eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead!
Oh, Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, Sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young before I'm old?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
he leaps to d**h in woe for me?
Oh where are a maiden's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
and let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Shall I not be on a pedestal,
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better st'll,
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not k** their kin for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Shall I never be disputed for
Or on any minstrel's lips
Never have my face recruited for
Launching countless ships
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall two knights never tilt for me?
Or let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys,
Harmless, convivial joys
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?