Antônio Carlos Jobim - Waters Of March lyrics
[Antônio Carlos Jobim - Waters Of March lyrics]
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
A 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
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash a silvery glow
A fight, a bet the range of a bow
The bed of the well the end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike a point, a nail
A drip, a drop the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light the 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
The plan of the house the body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart a stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump it's a little alone
A snake, a stick it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
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 pass in the mountains a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone the end of the road
The rest of a stump a lonesome road
A sliver of glass a life, the sun
A knife, a death the end of the run
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart
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
A 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
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash a silvery glow
A fight, a bet the range of a bow
The bed of the well the end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike a point, a nail
A drip, a drop the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light the 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
The plan of the house the body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart a stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump it's a little alone
A snake, a stick it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
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 pass in the mountains a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone the end of the road
The rest of a stump a lonesome road
A sliver of glass a life, the sun
A knife, a death the end of the run
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart