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