Capo 1st fret
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Intro:F G C
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G F C
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When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
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G F C
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When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
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F Em F C
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That's when I wonder how sad a man can be.
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F G7 C F C
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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I still remember the mountains of the war
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Sierra Madre and the Philipino shore
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When will I lie beside my Celia 'neath the trees?
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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So many years were stolen, so many years are gone
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And the vision of my Celia make dreams to dream upon
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Each hour is a day filled with memories.
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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I wake each morning and I watch the sun arise
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Wonder if my Celia sleeps, wonder if she cries
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If hate must be my prison lock, love must be the key
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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The guns have stopped their firing, you may wander through the hills
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They kept my Celia through the war, they keep her from me still.
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She waits upon island now, a prisoner of the sea.
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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When the wind from the island is rolling through the trees
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When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
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That's when I wonder how sad a man can be.
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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Celia
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| Phil Ochs |
