C'est La Vie

Honey, life is funny, when it comes to having money
The more you have, the more you seem to need
Yes, the simple life is better, though at times a little wetter
An umbrella’s nice, but getting soaked is free


For the man who has the money, life is always sunny
He’s lounging on his island in the south
But for me, life is much finer in the north of Carolina
When the peaches are lounging in my mouth

Hey, this is life;
it’s midnight in the meadow,
dancing with the fireflies                                   
C’est, c’est la vie;
it’s the little things that mean the most,
And the little things are free


My friend, I see it in your face, I too am weary of the race
Annuities and stocks have me in bonds
Allow me to suggest that we invest in what is best
A lazy restful afternoon down by the pond

Some think a friendly disposition is a medical condition
And you’re crazy if you love somebody else
But I say tell the huddled masses they can bring their sorry glasses
And we’ll fill ‘em to the brim and toast their health

Hey, this is life;

it’s rising in the morning, when there are rubies in the sky
C’est, c’est la vie;
it’s an old friend on a porch swing, on a chilly summer’s eve
Hey, this is life;
it’s the sweet kiss that says it all, welcome home or goodbye
C’est, c’est la vie; 
it’s the little things that mean the most,
and the little things are free

©Gregory J. Yoder, 2016