Tried to build a house upon the waterTried to make a diamond out of coalI’m a dreamer’s long-lost foolish daughterWith a Celtic fire burning in my soulThey say I should be cautious, I should hurryBut I’d rather take the long way to the seaNo more time to feed the endless worryIf it’s meant for me, then it’s meant for me.
C’est la vie ...Just a whisper in the wind... C’est la vie . sina_theil_cest_la_vie
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 . Tried to build a house upon the waterTried
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)