Waters of March - Art Garfunkel

作曲：Antonio Carlos Jobim

A stick a stone its the end of the road

Its the rest of a stump its a little alone

Its a sliver of glass it is life its the sun

It is night it is death its a trap its a gun

The oak when it blooms a fox in the brush

The nod of the wood the song of a thrush

The wood of the wing a cliff a fall

A scratch a lump it is nothing at all

Its the wind blowing free its the end of a slope

Its a bean its a void its a hunch its a hope

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March

Its the end of the strain its the joy in your heart

The foot the ground the flesh and the bone

The beat of the road a sling shot stone

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

Its a girl its a rhyme its a cold its the mumps

The plan of the house the body in bed

And the car that got stuck its the mud its the mud

Afloat adrift a flight a wing

A cock a quail the promise of spring

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March

Its the promise of life its 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 a 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

Its 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 night a death the end of the run

And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March

Its the end of all strain its the joy in your heart