Waters of March (Album Version) - Art Garfunkel

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 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

It's the wind blowing free it's the end of a slope

It's a bean 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 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

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

Afloat adrift 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 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

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 night 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