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 nod of the wood, the song of a thrush
 The wood of the wing, 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 bean, 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 the strain, it's the joy in your heart
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 The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
 The beat of the road, a slingshot stone
 In 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
 A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
 A cock, 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
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 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
 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 load
 The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
 A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
 A night, 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