MARY CLEERE HARAN lyrics : "Waters of March"
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of the stump
It's a little alone
It's a silver 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 af a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the 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 wathers 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 sligshot 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 briks
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 cold; it's the mups
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
A snake, a stik
It's 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 yhe shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the river bank talks
Of the wathers of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of the stump
A lonesome road
A silver 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
Is the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
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