Waters of March

Lyrics

Waters of March
 Words and music by: Antonio Carlos Jobim
 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
 The 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 riverbank 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 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,
 It's the shot of the 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 hawk, a quail
 The promise of spring
 And the riverbank talks
 Of the waters of March
 It's the joy in your heart
 It's the joy in your heart.
 A snake, a stick
 It is John, it is Joe
 It's a thorn in your hand
 Or a cut on 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 wasp
 A riddle, a stain.
 A pass in the moutains
 A horse and a mule,
 In the distance the shelves
 Grow 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 load,
 The rest of the stump,
 A lonesome road.
 A sliver of glass,
 A life, the sun,
 A night, the 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 joy in your heart.
 It's the joy in your heart.
 It's the joy in your heart.
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:43
Key
2
Tempo
145 BPM

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