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 death 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 still cause a little war where are the simple joys of maidenhood are these sweet gentle pleasures gone for good shall a feud not begin for me shall kith not kill their kin for me oh where are the trivial joys harmless convivial joys where are the simple joys of maidenhood 