Jenovefa

The Duke of Cornwall has pretty daughters
Jenovefa by far is the prettiest
She deeply loves Yannick Of Kerblez
She is deeply loved him for many years

Jenovefa stands at her doorstep
Embroidering a fine lace dress
Yannick O Yannick is a priest in Nizon
Holy words he reads, holy words he wants

Yannick, my sweet love, did you lose the ring?
This ring I gave you last night on the hill
Jenovefa, I can't take your ring
I'm in God's hands now, I belong to Him

Jenovefa falls down on her knees
My dear fellow, I beg you to stay
Give up your vows, otherwise I will die
I will join my Lord in ethereal skies

Now, Lord Yannick Kerblez is a priest in Nizon
And many a time, I've seen him alone
Standing there in the midst of tombs
Crying on the grave of Jenovefa

Jenovefa, oh, oh, oh
Jenovefa, oh, oh, oh
Jenovefa, oh, oh, oh
Jenovefa



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Cécile Corbel, Simon Caby
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