WatersOfMarch

Waters Of March (三月的水) - Cassandra Wilson (卡珊卓·威尔森)

Written by：David Bowie

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 will 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

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 your 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

A float a drift 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 end of the strain

It's the joy in your heart

It's the joy in your heart

A snake a stick it is John it is Joe

It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe

A point a grain a bee a bite

A blink a blizzard 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 river bank talks of the waters of March

It's the end of the strain 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 river bank talks of the waters of March

It's the end of all strain it's the joy in your heart

It's the joy in your heart

It's the joy in your heart

And the riverbank talks of the water's of March