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 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 river bank talks of the waters of March, It's the end of the strain, 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 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 Afloat, adrift, A flight, a wing, A hawk, a quail, The promise of spring And the riverbank 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 A snake, a stick, It is John, it is Joe, It's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, A sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A wasp, a stain A pass in the mountains, A horse and a mule, In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, The end of the road, The rest of a stump, A lonesome road A sliver of glass, A life, the sun, A knife, 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.
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 The knot in 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 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 truckload of bricks in the soft morning light A 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 hawk, a quail, oh, 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 (repeat) A point, a grain, a bee, a bite A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe A fish, a flash, a silvery glow The bed of the well, the end of the line The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat) …the end of the road…a little alone A sliver of glass, a life, the sun A knife, a death, the end of the run And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life, it's the joy 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 The waters of March… And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart The waters of March
이 영상 포인트 1. 00:15 카메라를 발견하고 '나 찍는건가?'하는 갸웃예린(๑•͈ᴗ•͈) 2. 00:37 인사예린₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ 3. 00:53 웃는예린( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )◞♡ 4. 3:15 살랑예린(~˘▾˘)~ 5. 3:57 노래 안 끝났는데 박수쳐서 웃는 당황예린 (⑅´•⌔•`)*✲ﾟ*｡ 6. 그 외 하나하나 짚으며 부르는 섬세예린⸜(*'꒳'* )⸝
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 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 river bank talks Of the waters of March It's the end of the strain 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 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 Afloat, adrift A flight, a wing A hawk, a quail The promise of spring And the riverbank 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 A snake, a stick It is John, it is Joe It's a thorn in your hand And a cut in your toe A point, a grain A bee, a bite A blink, a buzzard A sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle A sting, a pain A snail, a riddle A wasp, a stain A pass in the mountains A horse and a mule In the distance the shelves Rode three shadows of blue And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life In your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone The end of the road The rest of a stump A lonesome road A sliver of glass A life, the sun A knife, 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
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a morte, é o laço, é o anzol É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira Caingá, candeia, é o Matita Pereira É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho No rosto, o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um ponto É um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um conto É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando É a luz da manhã, é o tijolo chegando É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É um resto de mato, na luz da manhã São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração Au, edra, im, minho Esto, oco, ouco, inho Aco, idro, ida, ol, oite, orte, aço, zol São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração
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 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 river bank talks of the waters of March, It's the end of the strain, 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 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 Afloat, adrift, A flight, a wing, A hawk, a quail, The promise of spring And the riverbank 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 A snake, a stick, It is John, it is Joe, It's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, A sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A wasp, a stain... A pass in the mountains, A horse and a mule, In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, The end of the road, The rest of a stump, A lonesome road A sliver of glass, A life, the sun, A knife, 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.
예린아 비긴어게인 나와줘..
Son Ella 아아아아아ㅏㅇ아아아아아ㅏ아격하게 동의합니다
진짜 ㅇㅈ
공감
방구석에서 재즈바에 온 느낌 ㅠㅠ
예린이는 걍 아티스트로가.... 성격도 어디에 틀에박힐수있는 성격도아닌것같고 걍 어디서 자유롭게 활동할수있게
한번도 안본 사람은 있어도 한번만 본 사람은 없는 영상.
나는 구라 안치고 400번은 본 것 같다 •••• 어쩜 저리 요정같고 자유롭게 음악을 고스란히 보여줄까 ㅜ 재능이다 정말
예린의 목소리에는 봄의 따스함과 여름의 청량함과 가을의 쓸쓸함과 겨울의 외로움이 모두 담겨있어
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 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 river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
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 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
Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring
And the riverbank 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
A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, 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.
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
The knot in 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 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 truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A 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 hawk, a quail, oh, 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 (repeat)
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat)
…the end of the road…a little alone
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy 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
The waters of March…
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March
이거 약간,,가사 순서가 이상하네요ㅜㅠ
직캠 영상중에 가장 마음에 들어요. 예린이 노래는 몸짓, 손짓 하나하나, 표정과 함께 감상하면 감동이 두배에요 ^^
목소리 정말 종달새 같아 ㅠㅠ ❤️
타투 자기랑 진짜 잘어울리는거 했네 왕왕예뻐!!!
글쎼!!!!!!!
오기훈 나대지마
이 영상 포인트
1. 00:15 카메라를 발견하고 '나 찍는건가?'하는 갸웃예린(๑•͈ᴗ•͈)
2. 00:37 인사예린₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
3. 00:53 웃는예린( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )◞♡
4. 3:15 살랑예린(~˘▾˘)~
5. 3:57 노래 안 끝났는데 박수쳐서 웃는 당황예린 (⑅´•⌔•`)*✲ﾟ*｡
6. 그 외 하나하나 짚으며 부르는
섬세예린⸜(*'꒳'* )⸝
진짜 거짓말 안치고 40번은 본 거 같아요 이 영상.......언니 진짜 최고에요 영어 너모 잘해요ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ
목소리가 어쩜 이렇게 예쁜지... 덕분에 좋은 곡 또 하나 알아갑니다
리듬감 넘나 좋고.. 목소리도 너뮤 좋고ㅠㅠㅠ 너무 좋은 무대ㅠㅠㅠ
윤석철트리오와 백예린이라니ㅜㅜㅜㅜ 세상 최고 조합이다 ㅠ
I'm loving with Yerin tattoo. She getting more and more beautiful
예린이는 노래로 그림그리는거같음
하 진짜 이언니는 미쳤어 내사랑 다가져
진짜 이노래 백예린이랑 찰떡쿵떡시루떡무지개떡오메기떡가래떡꿀떡찹쌀떡콩떡빙수 ㄹㅇ 입떡벌어지고 부럴을 떡! 칠만한 내인생공연 고막속에 라이브 저장 진짜 사랑합니다..
4:02 와ㅠㅠㅜㅜㅠㅠ와 진짜ㅠㅠㅠㅠ어쩜 이렇게 이뻐ㅠㅠㅠㅜ웃으면서 노래하는 예린 보고 있으면 너무 행복해ㅜㅜㅠㅠ
백예린!!!!!!!!!사랑한다고!!!!!!!!!!!!
와 너무 좋아 꿈 속에 있는 기분이야
새벽이슬을 닮은 목소리.. 사랑해요 !
yerin is so beautiful...
하고싶은거 다해 ㅠㅠ 응원해요
예린 당신은 항상 경이로워...
치인다치여..
뮤지컬 중반에 나오는 꽃의요정이 숲에서 부르는 노래같다
마침 옷도 분홍빛 옷 입고...화사한 봄같은 사람이야 예린...
나두 저렇게 팔에 타투 많이하구싶은데ㅜㅜ용기가 없숨 ㅠㅠㅠ예린이 짱짱 🧚🏻♂️
아우 저 정말 빅팬이예요. 이번에 한국갔을 때 공연보고 싶었는데 매진... 담에 정말 꼭 공연 보고싶어요. 노래해줘서 고마워요. 세상을 더 아름답게 만들어 주고 있어요.
너어어어무 좋아..
예술. 인정.
힘들 때마다 보러옵니다..
예린이 세상 노래 다 불러줬으면 좋겠다..🥺💙
I love the original but this is something completely of its own and I love it too!!
타투 진짜 예쁘게 잘했네
A brazilian song?? OMG! s2 She's perfect.
Quem é ela amg??
@@nathiellemarcelino4975 a yerin baek
와 진짜 고화질이당!!!
ㅠㅠ앵ㄱ 디즈니공쥬🌷💐💕
Thank you so much TT
행복해 ㅜ
태어나서 감사해요.
영상대박이에요.. 저도 갔었는데 용량이없어서 음성녹음만헀었는데ㅜ 잘보고갑니다
라이브로 보고왔는데 너무 좋았어요ㅠㅠㅠ제시보러 갔다가 입덕하고 왔네요ㅠㅠ
3월만 되면 저절로 듣게돼요..
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 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 river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
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 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
Afloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
And the riverbank 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
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle
A sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone
The end of the road
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knife, 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
예린사랑해 ♡
🦄예린님 흥해라아아
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é o laço, é o anzol
É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira
Caingá, candeia, é o Matita Pereira
É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira
É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira
É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
No rosto, o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um ponto
É um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um conto
É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando
É a luz da manhã, é o tijolo chegando
É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada
É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada
É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama
É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama
É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã
É um resto de mato, na luz da manhã
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José
É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã
É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
Au, edra, im, minho
Esto, oco, ouco, inho
Aco, idro, ida, ol, oite, orte, aço, zol
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
우왕... 대박
사랑스럽다
Wow she nailed such a hard song♡ omg♡
♪♫ Blindfolded - Bossa Nova by composer Fabio Valente♪♫
Lovely!
Águas de Março !!,!!!
타투 이쁘다♡♡
RAINHA DA MPB!
조빔 노래도 잘어울리는군요. 멋있다. 정말.
맨날 그렇게 웃어조 ^0^
타투 하던말던 뭔상관이지
이뻐서 한말입니다..오해말아요ㅎㅎ
든
(ฅ•ω•ฅ)♡ 너무 좋아 ㅜㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 고막 녹는중
이노래 가사가..외우기 너무어렵다 ㅎㅎ
스티커같은데 무튼 너무 좋아~~
I didn't know she has a lot of tat? Looking good!
인스타 라이브에서 진짜 타투한 거 보여줬는데 그 모양이랑 다른 거 보니까 타투스티커인 것 같네요.. 타투 갖고 뭐라하시는 분들 이제 행복하신가요 남이사 타투를 하든 말든..
가사플리즈
Please tell who is the composer in the description
꽃이 팔에 예쁜 꽃을 그렸네
Wait since when did she have those tattoos ?
Nice!!! Try to sing in Portuguese!!!)))
맨발로 공연하신건가요??
약간 와인하우스처럼 되고싶어하는거 같기더하고
타투 스티커아니고 진짜 한거에용?
여기서 뭔가 대학생느낌나.....
타투 엄청했네요..
박찬서 완젼 예쁘죠!!!!!!!! 어쩜 자기한테 어울리는 예쁜 타투만 골라서 했는지 ㅎㅎ\(^3^)/
문신이에요??
타투스티커임
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 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 river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
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 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
Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring
And the riverbank 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
A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain...
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, 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.