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

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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