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  • a stick, a stone
    it's the end of the road
    it's the rest of the 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 of the wood
    the song of the thrush
    the word of the wind
    the cliff, a fall
    a scratch, a lump
    it is nothing at all
    it's the wind blowing free
    it's the end of a 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 beat of the road
    a slingshot stone
    a truckload of bricks
    in the soft morning light
    the shot of the gun
    in the dead of the night
    a mile, a must
    a thrust, a bump
    its'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
    oh, 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, a stain
    a snake, a stick
    it is john, it is joe
    a fish, a flash
    a silvery glow
    the bed of the well
    the end of the line
    the dismay on 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 day
    and the river bank talks

    of the waters of march
    it's the promise of life
    it's the joy in your heart
    the end of the road
    a little alone
    a sliver of glass
    a life, the sun
    a night, a death
    the end of the run

    and the river bank 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 the 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 of the wood
    the song of the thrush
    the word of the wind
    the cliff, a fall
    a scratch, a lump
    it is nothing at all
    it's the wind blowing free
    it's the end of a 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 beat of the road
    a slingshot stone
    a truckload of bricks
    in the soft morning light
    the shot of the gun
    in the dead of the night
    a mile, a must
    a thrust, a bump
    its'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
    oh, 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, a stain
    a snake, a stick
    it is john, it is joe
    a fish, a flash
    a silvery glow
    the bed of the well
    the end of the line
    the dismay on 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 day
    and the river bank talks

    of the waters of march
    it's the promise of life
    it's the joy in your heart
    the end of the road
    a little alone
    a sliver of glass
    a life, the sun
    a night, a death
    the end of the run

    and the river bank talks
    of the waters of march
    it's the promise of life
    it's the joy in your heart