Celia

I met her on a Sunday
We talked about going for a walk
I asked her name
And many more things

Monday was a failure
She didn't come, I know
Why the next Sunday
I found her again

That's how our love begins
In spring
When the roses of the rosebush
Are like Celia

Now I just wonder
Maybe she loves me
And all I do is repeat
Your name Celia

We entered the church together
For the first time
So that God from the altar
Would bless us

Now time will tell us
That I and Celia
Will never be separated
God willing

Oh, Celia