Waters Of March - Sergio Mendes
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 a slope
It's a beam it's a void it's a hunch it's a hope
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain it's the joy in your heart
The foot the ground the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road a slingshot 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 sound of a shot 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
A float a drift 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 snake a stick it is John it is Joe
With putting in your hand and cutting in your toe
A point a grain a bee a bite
A blink a blizzard a sudden stroke of night
A pass in the mountains a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue
And the river bank 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 stream it's the joy in your heart
