Mickey Newbury - "Saint CeCelia" lyrics

Saint CeCelia

Saint CeCelia is in her garden
Pickin' paper voilets
For all the wide-eyed children
Sadly clingin' to her dress

Singin' blessed be the heavenly
To hell with all the rest
Her salvation is her virtue
But her sins her emptiness

Cryin' I'm unfeeling
She crawled into her shell
I said how can I be like Jesus
When I have just begun myself

To find my own way back at times
I think I know me well
Then at other times a stranger
Standin' where my body fell

Save the children save the children
Cried the Captain to the crew
But there can be salvation
Only for a precious few

Who would leave this sinkin' ship
And build a balsa wood canoe
And sail with me
Across this mighty water

Saint CeCelias is in her garden
Singin' come into the fold
But all her little children now
Would rather rock and roll

Singing blessed be what used to be
Away with all thats old
Oh the silence is golden
But the loneliness is so cold