well 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 with her next to me
oh, my genevieve
she'll leave one day but the snow will stay
when all that's left of 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
and i'd do anything just to hear her sing
how the notes ring out like a symphony
well 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