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    The knot in 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 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 truckload of bricks in the soft morning light    A 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 hawk, a quail, oh, 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 (repeat)       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, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day       And the river bank talks of the waters of March    It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat)       …the end of the road…a little alone       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 promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart       And the river bank talks of the waters of March    It’s the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart       The waters of March…       And the river bank talks of the waters of March    It’s the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart       The waters of March