Celia Lyrics - 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?