Saint Cecelia

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Gretchen Peters - Pop

Saint Cecelia

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Saint Cecelia's in her garden picking paper violets For all the wide-eyed children sadly clinging to her dress Singing blessed be the heavenly, to hell with all the rest Her salvation is her virtue, but her sin's her emptiness Crying I'm unfeeling, she crawled into her shell How can I be like Jesus, when I've just begun, myself To find my own way back – at times, I think I know me well Then at other times a stranger's standing where my body fell Save the children, save the children Cried the captain to the crew For there can be salvation only for a precious few Who would leave this sinking ship, and build a balsa wood canoe And sail with me across this mighty water Saint Cecelia's in her garden singing Come Into the Fold But all her little children now, would rather rock and roll Singing blessed be what is to be, away with all that's old Oh, the silence it is golden but the loneliness so cold

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  • Mickey Newbury