Oh, c’est la vie , let the fiddle playThrow the broken postcards all awayRaise a glass to the things we could not be C’est la vie , baby, c’est la vie .
C’est la vie ...Just a whisper in the wind... C’est la vie . sina_theil_cest_la_vie
Left a note on the Dublin kitchen tableSunlight breaking through the Wicklow rainPacked the guitar, maybe I am ableTo chase the shadows from my heart againMet a piper in a small town alleyPlaying tunes that make the angels weepHe said, "Darling, in this crowded valley,Some promises are just too hard to keep." Oh, c’est la vie , let the fiddle
Another train, another song, another townSometimes you have to let the heavy load fall downYeah, the road is long, the sky is greyBut I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Guitar/Whistle Solo - Acoustic & Soulful) Left a note on the Dublin kitchen tableSunlight