Mickey Newbury - "Saint CeCelia" lyrics
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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
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
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