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
beam it's a void
It's a hunch it's a hope
And the river bank talks
of the waters of March
the end of the strain
The joy in your heart
The foot the ground
The flesh 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
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
A stick a stone
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
a cut in your toe
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's 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
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
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life the sun
A knife a death
It's the rest of a stump
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
end of the road
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
in your heart in your heart
the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart