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