Mickey Newbury - Saint Cecilia lyrics

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