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 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 kill 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?