Águas de Março - Ao Vivo

A stick, a stone, 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
 The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
 The will 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 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 sound of a shot in the dead of the night
 A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
 A girl, 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 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
 It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
 A stick, a stone, the end of the road
 It's the rest of a stump, a little alone
 A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
 A thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe
 And the river bank 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
 It's the rest of a stump, along some road
 A sliver 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
 It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart
 A stick, a stone, 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
 And the river bank 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, a little alone
 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
 the promise of life, in your heart, in your heart
 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
 the end of all strain, the joy in your heart