Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
I heard a man ate a cat though it scratched and bit back as he swallowed it down
I heard a man drank a pint of a cock o my cap and he drowned
But Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And for the amorous soul there is only one road to kill grief
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Calling me on
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And you try not to think
Of depression and lethargy lying in wait
So you smile and reflect and continue to slake
The unquenchable thirst for that fog in your mind
As you try to forget you're still trying to find
That last clink in your pocket that steals you away
To the blessed release at the end of the day
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Calling me on
Calling me on
The Mighty Handful - Madame Geneva Lyrics
The Mighty Handful - Madame Geneva Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
I heard a man ate a cat though it scratched and bit back as he swallowed it down
I heard a man drank a pint of a cock o my cap and he drowned
But Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And for the amorous soul there is only one road to kill grief
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Calling me on
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And you try not to think
Of depression and lethargy lying in wait
So you smile and reflect and continue to slake
The unquenchable thirst for that fog in your mind
As you try to forget you're still trying to find
That last clink in your pocket that steals you away
To the blessed release at the end of the day
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Calling me on
Calling me on
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
I heard a man ate a cat though it scratched and bit back as he swallowed it down
I heard a man drank a pint of a cock o my cap and he drowned
But Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Her and her brother
King Theodore
Of Corsica
Course through my blood
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And for the amorous soul there is only one road to kill grief
Madame Geneva
My Lady's eye water
Is calling from yonder
Calling me on
Calling me on
It's not the drink makes you poor it's that all of the poverty drives you to drink
And you try not to think
Of depression and lethargy lying in wait
So you smile and reflect and continue to slake
The unquenchable thirst for that fog in your mind
As you try to forget you're still trying to find
That last clink in your pocket that steals you away
To the blessed release at the end of the day
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Madame Geneva
Calling me on
Calling me on
Writer: Christopher Harrison, Gary Mackenzie, Matthew Howes, Ralph Blackbourn, Tom Halley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Mighty Handful
Length: 5:24
Written by: Christopher Harrison, Gary Mackenzie, Matthew Howes, Ralph Blackbourn, Tom Halley