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    Nicholas Rodriguez

    Waters of March • The First Time...

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Waters of March lyrics

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
A cliff, a fall
It's a scratch, it's 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 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
 
Afloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, 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
 
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
 
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in 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 riddle
A wasp, a stain
 
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode 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 road
The rest of a stump
It's a lonesome road
 
A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knife, 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
 
And the riverbanks talk
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of spring
And the joy in your heart
 

 

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