Basia - Waters Of March

Basia - Waters Of March (Antonio Carlos Jobim) 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 criff, 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 waters of March It’s the end of the stain It’s the joy in your heart