Текст (слова) песни: Oleta Adams - Waters Of March

 
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 in the wood, 
the song of the 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 a slope. 
 
It’s a beam, it`s a void, 
it`s a hunch, it`s a hope. 
 
And the riverbank talks. 
Of the water of March 
 
it`s the end of the strain, 
it`s the joy in your heart. 
 
The foot, the ground, 
the flesh, the bone, 
 
the beat of the road, 
a slingshot stone. 
 
a fish, a flash, 
a silvery glow, 
 
a fight, a bet, 
the range of the 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 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 the cold, it`s the mumps. 
 
The plan of the house, 
the body in bed, 
 
the car that got stuck, 
it`s the mud, it`s the mud. 
 
A float, a drift, 
a flight, a wing, 
 
ahawk, a quail, 
the promise of spring. 
 
And the riverbanks talks. 
Of the waters of March. 
 
It’s the promise of life, 
it`s the joy in your heart, 
 
a snake, a stick, 
it is john, it is joe, 
 
it`s a thorn in your hand, 
and a cut on your toe. 
 
A point, a grain, 
a bee, a bite, 
 
a blink, a buzzard, 
the sudden stroke of night. 
 
A pin, a needle, 
a sting, a pain, 
 
a snail, a riddle, 
a weep, a stain. 
 
A pass in the mountains. 
A horse, a mule, 
 
in the distance the shelves. 
Rode three shadows of blue. 
 
And the riverbank talks 
of the promise of life 
in your heart, in your heart 
 
a stick, a stone, 
the end of the load, 
 
the rest of the 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
 

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Don’t Let Me Be Lonely
I just had to hear your voice
Nobody Does It Better
Waters Of March