Waters of March (feat. Ledisi)

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 in the wood

The song of a thrush

The word 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 river bank 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 slingshot's 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, 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 sound of a shot 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 hawk, a quail

The promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March

It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

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 in the wood

The song of a thrush

The word of the wind

A cliff, a fall

A scratch, a lump

It is nothing at all

And the river bank talks of the waters of March

It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March

It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

(Aye)

(A stick, a stone)

(A stick, a stone)