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.
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.
