- Halie Loren Waters of March 歌詞
- Halie Loren
- 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,
A 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
Its the wind blowing free,
Its the end of the slope,
Its a beam, its a void,
Its a hunch, its a hope
And the river bank talks
of the waters of March ,
Its the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshots 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,
Its a loss, its 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 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
A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, 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 stick, a stone,
Its the end of the road
Its the rest of a stump,
Its a little alone
A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
Its a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
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 pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
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 road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, 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.
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