John Phillips - Lady Genevieve lyrics

In a place far from here Circled by mountains Her skirts are raised She gently sways And holy men deceive Lady Genevieve Blue of blouse, crystal sphere Slowly, revolving Her life is seen The blues are green Kings cannot believe Lady Genevieve bu*terfly to appear 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 Catch the wind Your wings shall mend And happily conceive Lady Genevieve Lady Genevieve Torn from the willow Rest your head Ooh, rest your head No one shall receive Lady Genevieve