Waters of March Songtext
von sogumm

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 of the wood, the song of a 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 the 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 the strain
It's the joy in your heart


The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The bеat of the road, a slingshot′s stone
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
Thе 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
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A cock, 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 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 or stain

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
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 load
The rest of a stump, 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