Stacey Kent - Waters of March lyrics

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 gla**, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is d**h, 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 the 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 water of march It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart The foot, the ground, The flesh, the bone, The beat of the road, A slingshot stone A fish, a flash, A silvery glow, A fight, a bet, The range of the 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 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 the cold, it's the mumps The plan of the house, The body in bed, 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 riverbanks 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, It's a thorn in your hand, And a cut on your toe A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, The sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A weep, a stain A pa** in the mountains A horse, a mule, In the distance the shelves Rode three shadows of blue And the riverbank talks Of 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 gla**, A life, the sun, A night, a d**h, 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.