Waters of March

A stick, a stone

It's the end of the road

It's the rest of the 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

The fox in the brush

The knot in the wood

The song of the thrush

The wind in the wood

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

The joy in your heart

It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground

The flesh and the bone

The bend of the road

A slingshot stone

A fish, a flash

A silvery glow

A fire, a bat

The range of a boat

The bed of the well

The end of the line

The dismay in your 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 truck load of bricks

In the soft morning light

The sound 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 hawk, a quail

The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks

Of the waters of March

The end of all strain

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 cut in your hand

And a bun in your toe

A point, a grain

A bee, a bite

A blink, a buzzard

The sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle

And a sting, a pain

A snake, a riddle

A wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains

The horse and the mule

In the distance shelves

Move through shadows of blue

And the river bank talks

Of the waters of March

It's the end of all strain in your heart

A stick, a stone

The end of the road

The rest of the stump

A lonesome road

The sliver of glass

A life, the sun

A night, a death

The end of the run

And the river bank talks

Of the waters of March

It's the end of all strain

The joy in your heart

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yes it's the joy in your heart

Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

The joy, the joy in your heart

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm

And the river bank talks

Of the waters of March

Mm-hmm-hmm

The waters of March

Mm-hmm-hmm