Lyrics

Waters of March 
By Antonio Carlos Jobim (Adapted by Kirsti Gholson)
 
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 breeze through a tree, a cliff, a fall 
The profound mystery
It is none, it is 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 
Maybe joy in your heart 
 
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
A small bird in the hand
A slingshot 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 wall, it’s a sign
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 
A shot of the gun in the dead of the night 
 
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, 
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, in the throat - it’s a lump 
 
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, awing 
A hawk, a dove, the promise of Spring 
And the river bank talks of the waters of March 
It's the hope of new life, of new joy in your heart
 
A snake, a stick, a path made of stone
It’s the rest on a stump, it's a little alone 
A save, a miss, it is stop, it is go 
It's the ache in your gut when you know, when you know
 
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite 
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night 
A pin, a poison, a sting, a pain 
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain 
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule 
On the distant horizon rode three shadows of blue 
 
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March 
It's the promise of life in your heart, in my heart
 
A trance, a snap, the drop of the load 
A pause for a breath
A lonesome road 
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 end of the strain, it’s new joy in our hearts
 
É a promessa de nova vida, 
de amor eterno, 
de alegria… 
no nosso coração
 
(It's the promise of new life
of endless love,
of joy...
In our heart)