Águas de Março (live)

A stick, a stone, 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 will 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, it's 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 sound of a shot in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
A girl, 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 river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone, the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, a little alone
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe

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
It's the rest of a stump, along some road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone, 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

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 little alone

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
the promise of life, in your heart, in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
the end of all strain, the joy in your heart