Holy sleep took her between Rome and Padua
She awoke to say
i can hear whistles that fill the air
Little Saint Cecilia, the patron saint of music
Good sisters couldn't tell the color of her hair
It surprised her mother but the pope was ready
To forestall the devil
he named Cecilia the patron saint of music
She awoke to say
i can hear whistles that fill the air
Little Saint Cecilia, the patron saint of music
Good sisters couldn't tell the color of her hair
It surprised her mother but the pope was ready
To forestall the devil
he named Cecilia the patron saint of music