Il Celle Lyrics & Chords By Pierre Estève

A wall strong in numbers Burns the midnight candle The brave arm in arm Stands before them now Up against the wind Old ways up against the wind The game is in their hands ...read more

My young love said to me my mother won't mind and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind And she stepped away from me and this she did say it will not be long...read more

Long Ago, Your name a shadow, in my dreams, the white brave still searching Raining Winds, fall apart. I believe, your heart tell me now, what you see tell me what you...read more

Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney ...read more

Instrumental ...read more