Celia - Phil Ochs

When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees

When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze

That’s when I wonder how sad a man can be

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

I still remember the mountains of the war

Sierra Madre and the Philipino shore

When will I lie beside my Celia 'neath the trees?

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

So many years were stolen, so many years are gone

And the vision of my Celia make dreams to dream upon

Each hour is a day filled with memories

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

I wake each morning and I watch the sun arise

Wonder if my Celia sleeps, wonder if she cries

If hate must be my prison lock, love must be the key

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

The guns have stopped their firing, you may wander through the hills

They kept my Celia through the war, they keep her from me still

She waits upon island now, a prisoner of the sea

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

When the wind from the island is rolling through the trees

When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze

That’s when I wonder how sad a man can be

Oh, when will Celia come to me?

Oh, when will Celia come to me?