By The Christmas Tree
I kissed Genevieve on Christmas Eve,
In my Father's house, by the Christmas tree,
And the fire burns when the windows freeze,
But the Warmth I felt was her next to me,
Oh my Genevieve
Well she'll leave one day, but the snow will stay,
When all that's left to love's left in picture frames,
And I'll hear her name, and still feel the same
I kissed Genevieve on Christmas Eve,
In my Father's house, by the Christmas tree,
I'd give anything just to hear her sing,
How the notes ring out like a symphony,
While my heart still dreams of Genevieve.
With each Christmas light and mistletoe,
How my love for Genevieve will grow,
Every card I write, every kiss goodnight,
Every lullaby, every time she cries,
She'll be on my mind.
I kissed Genevieve on Christmas Eve,
In my Father's house, by the Christmas tree.
- A Song By Jeff
