Waters Of March

	  		Intro: C/Bb ( Four times) 

                                                  Am6                          Fm/Ab                 C6/9/G 
Stick, a stone, it's the end of the road, it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone 
                     F#5-/ 7                      F7M                       Fm6                           C6/9 
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 
                         C4/7/9        C7/9-     F#m5-/7                 Fm6                         C6/9 
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, a knot in the wood, the song of a thrush 
                         C4/7/9  C7/9- F#m5-/7            Fm6                         C6/9 
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all 
                  C4/7/9                   C7/9-      F#m5-/7                        Fm6                             C6/9 
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 
                           F#5-/7                        F7M                              Bb7/13                       C6/9 
And the river bank talks of the waters of March it's the end of the strain the joy in your heart 
                   C/Bb                              Am6                         Fm/Ab                    C6/9/G  
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone the beat of the road, a slingshot's stone 
             C4/7/9     C7/9- F#m5-/7                       Fm6         C6/9 
A fish, a flash, a silvery   glow A fight, a bet the fange of a bow 
                      C/Bb                         Am6                      Fm/Ab                      C6/9  
The bed of the well, the end of the line the dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find 
                C/Bb                 Am6                            Fm/Ab     C6/9  
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail a drip, a drop, the end of the tale 
                      C/Bb                              Am6                       Fm/Ab                        C6/9  
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light the sound of a shot in the dead of the night 
                          C4/7/9       C7/9-     F#m5-/7                    Fm6                   C6/9 
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, it's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps 
                       C4/7/9      C7/9-     F#m5-/7                       Fm6                                  C6/9 
The plan of the house, the body in bed and the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud 
              C/Bb                         Am6                     Fm/Ab          C6/9  
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing a hawk, a quail, the promise of spring 
                           C4/7/9         C7/9-      F#m5-/7                        Fm6                              C6/9 
And the river bank talks of the waters of March it's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart 
                 C4/7/9      C7/9-     F#m5-/7                       Fm6                           C6/9 
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe it's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe 
               C4/7/9  C7/9-   F#m5-/7       Fm6                                      C6/9 
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night 
            C/Bb                 Am6                Fm/Ab                C6/9  
A pin, a needle, a sting a pain a snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain 
                    C4/7/9          C7/9-          F#m5-/7                         Fm6                                       C6/9 
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule in the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue 
                    C4/7/9      C7/9-    F#m5-/7                     Fm6                  C6/9 
And the river talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life in your heart 
               C/Bb                        Am6                   Fm/Ab                    C6/9  
A stick, a stone, the end of the road the rest of a stump, a lonesome road 
               C/Bb                 Am6                Fm/Ab                   C6/9  
A silver of glass, a life, the sun a knife, a death, the end of the run 
                            F#5-/7                        F7M                           Bb7/13                           C6/9 
And the river bank talks of the waters of March it's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart 
            C/Bb                             Am6                         Fm/Ab                 C6/9/G 
Stick, a stone, it's the end of the road, it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone 
            C/Bb                              Am6                        Fm/Ab                 C6/9/G 
Stick, a stone, it's the end of the road, it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone