Célia

I met her on a Sunday
talking about going for a walk
I asked her name
and many other things

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

And so our love begins, in spring
even the roses on the bush are like Celia
now I just wonder if she might love 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 with Celia
we will never be separated again, God willing
Oh Celia aaah