Waters Of March

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone.

It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush.

The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart.

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone.

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A shot of a gun in the dead of the night.

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps.
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The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud.

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, oh, the promise of spring.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night.

A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain.

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.

The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find.

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.

…the end of the road…a little alone.

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

The waters of March.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

The waters of March.