Genevieve Of The Mountain

I heard you came back to the City Of Light

With the sole intention of saving a life

You fell to your knees to drink at the fountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain

I left you a message at the top of the steps

That leads to the church of Saint Germaine

But it was written in tears and may well have been

Washed away in the rain

I used to cry out in the hour of the wolf

Nightly down at the infirmary

The corridors would echo with your name

Genevieve Of The Mountain

The day you returned, your hands were aglow

You looked down from the bridge to the waters below

The riverboats passed and they held up their cameras

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Is there truth to the rumour you met The Grim Reaper

Late one night on an empty platform

His hand on your shoulder, asked you the question

Haven't we met before?

No, I don't think so, you must be mistaken

I have a lookalike in every town

You left him bewildered at the turnstile

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Now I gather the dust that fell from your feet

Rise from the underground up to the street

And down on my knees to drink at your fountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain

Genevieve Of The Mountain