The Waters of March Basia

[Verse 1]
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 wood of the wind, the cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothin' 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 cope

[Refrain]
And the riverbank talks of the water of March
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

[Interlude]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
A 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 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 cock, a quail or the promise of spring