Waters of March ​sogumm & Keumbee

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
A knot of 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 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 bеat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
Thе 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