Biography:
Philip David Ochs (pronounced o?ks/) (December 19, 1940 – April 9, 1976) was an American protest singer (or, as he preferred, a topical singer) and songwriter who was known for his sharp wit, sardonic humor, earnest humanism, political activism, insightful and alliterative lyrics, and haunting voice. He wrote hundreds of songs in the 1960s and released eight albums in his lifetime.
Ochs performed at many political events, including anti-Vietnam War and civil rights rallies
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- A Toast To Those Who Are Gone
- A Year To Go By
- Another Age
- Another Country
- Automation Song
- Ballad Of Oxford
- Ballad Of William Worthy
- Bound For Glory
- Bracero
- Celia
- Changes
- Chords Of Fame
- Cops Of The World
- Cross My Heart
- Crucifixion
- Davey Moore
- Days Of Decision
- Doesnt Lenny Live Here Anymore
- Draft Dodger Rag
- Flower Lady
- Going Down To Mississippi
- Half A Century High
- Hands
- Heres To The State Of Mississippi
- Heres To The State Of Richard Nixon
- I Aint Marching Anymore
- I Shoulda Known Better
- Im Going To Say It Now
- Im Gonna Say It Now
- Im Tired
- In The Heat Of The Summer
- Is There Anybody Here
- Joe Hill
- Knock On The Door
- Links On The Chain
- Love Me Im A Liberal
- Maintaining Law And Order
- No More Songs
- One Way Ticket Home
- Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends
- Passing Of My Life
- Pleasures Of The Harbor
- Power And The Glory
- Pretty Smart On My Part
- Rehersal For Retirement
- Remember Me
- Ringing Of Revolution
- Scorpion Departs But Never Returns
- Small Circle
- Song Of A Soldier
- Spaceman
- Spanish Civil War Song
- Street Soldier
- Ten Cents A Coup
- Thats The Way Its Gonna Be
- Thats What I Want To Hear
- The Bells
- The Cannons Of Christianity
- The Confession
- The Doll House
- The Highwayman
- The Passing Of My Life
- The Thresher
- The Trial
- The War Is Over
- There But For Fortune
- This Old World Is Changing Hands
- Too Many Martyrs
- Watch The Waterfall
- What Are You Fighting For
- Whats That I Hear
- When Im Gone
- When In Rome
- Where Were You In Chicago
- White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land
- William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park And Escapes Unscathed
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[Intro]
F G C
[1st verse]
G F C
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
G F C
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
F Em F C
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[2nd verse]
G F C
I still remember the mountains of the war
G F C
Sierra Madre and the Philipino shore
F Em F C
When will I lie beside my Celia 'neath the trees?
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[3rd verse]
G F C
So many years were stolen, so many years are gone
G F C
And the vision of my Celia make dreams to dream upon
F Em F C
Each hour is a day filled with memories
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[4th verse]
G F C
I wake each morning and I watch the sun arise
G F C
Wonder if my Celia sleeps, wonder if she cries
F Em F C
If hate must be my prison lock, love must be the key
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[5th verse]
G F C
The guns have stopped their firing, you may wander through the hills
G F C
They kept my Celia through the war, they keep her from me still
F Em F C
She waits upon the island now, a prisoner of the sea
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[6th verse]
G F C
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
G F C
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
F Em F C
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
F G7 C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
F G C
[1st verse]
G F C
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
G F C
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
F Em F C
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[2nd verse]
G F C
I still remember the mountains of the war
G F C
Sierra Madre and the Philipino shore
F Em F C
When will I lie beside my Celia 'neath the trees?
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[3rd verse]
G F C
So many years were stolen, so many years are gone
G F C
And the vision of my Celia make dreams to dream upon
F Em F C
Each hour is a day filled with memories
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[4th verse]
G F C
I wake each morning and I watch the sun arise
G F C
Wonder if my Celia sleeps, wonder if she cries
F Em F C
If hate must be my prison lock, love must be the key
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[5th verse]
G F C
The guns have stopped their firing, you may wander through the hills
G F C
They kept my Celia through the war, they keep her from me still
F Em F C
She waits upon the island now, a prisoner of the sea
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
[6th verse]
G F C
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
G F C
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
F Em F C
That's when I wonder how sad a man can be
F G7 C F G C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
F G7 C
Oh, when will Celia come to me?
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