Waters Of March
Art Garfunkel Lyrics


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 nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,
The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope,
It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart.

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,
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 cock, 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.

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 snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.
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 load,
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun,
A night, 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.

Lyrics © CORCOVADO MUSIC CORPORATION
Written by: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Sofia MARTINO

Aguas de marzo
Es palo, es piedra,
es el fin del camino.
Es un resto de tocón,
está un poquito solo...

Es un cacho de cristal,
es la vida, es el sol.
Es la noche, es la muerte,
es un lazo, es el anzuelo...

Es un palo rosa1 del campo,
es el nudo de la madera.
Caingá2, lumbre,
es el cuco rayado3...

Es madera de viento,
caída de despeñadero.
Es misterio profundo,
es el quiera o no quiera...

Es el viento venteando,
es el fin de la ladera.
Es la viga, es el vano,
fiesta de los Tijerales4...

Es la lluvia lloviendo,
es charla en la ribera.
De las aguas de marzo,
es el fin del cansancio...

Es el pie, es el suelo,
es la marcha por la carretera.
Pajarito en la mano,
piedra del tirachinas...

Es un ave en el cielo,
es un ave en el suelo.
Es un regato, es una fuente,
es un pedazo de pan...

Es el fondo del pozo,
es el fin del camino.
En el rostro, un disgusto
está un poquito solo...

Es un abrojo, es un clavo,
es una punta, es un punto.
Es una gota goteando,
es una cuenta, es un cuento...

Es un pez, es un gesto,
es una plata brillando.
Es la luz de la mañana,
es el ladrillo llegando...

Es la leña, es el día,
es el fin de la huella.
Es la botella de ron,
la astilla en la carretera...

El proyecto de casa,
es el cuerpo en la cama.
Es el coche atascado,
es el barro, es el barro...

Es un paso, es un puente,
es un sapo, es una rana.
Es un resto de matorral
en la luz de la mañana...

Son las aguas de marzo
cerrando el verano.
Es la promesa de vida
en tu corazón...

Es una culebra, es un palo,
es Juan, es José.
Es un espino en la mano,
es un corte en el pie...

Son las aguas de marzo
cerrando el verano.
Es la promesa de vida
en tu corazón...

Es palo, es piedra,
es el fin del camino.
Es un resto de tocón,
está un poquito solo...

Es un paso, es un puente,
es un sapo, es una rana.
Es un bello horizonte,
es una fiebre de malaria...

Son las aguas de marzo
cerrando el verano.
Es la promesa de vida
en tu corazón...

Palo, piedra, fin, camino
cacho, cristal, vida, sol.

Son las aguas de marzo
cerrando el verano.
Es la promesa de vida
en tu corazón...
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All comments from YouTube:

SmallRaven Ware

I really dont hear a 'choppy mess' at all. Ive always loved this album and Garfunkel's rendition of Jobim's poetry within the song. It speaks to me of creativity and perception of nature and life that is often subliminated.

Lucas Ferraz

Viva Antônio Carlos Brasileiro de Almeida Jobim!

Dee Dee

After being used to the Elis Regina “Águas de março” version of this song, this sounds like a “Weird Al” Yankovic version. However, both Al and Art make wonderful music. After listening to this twice I am already acquiring a taste for this version. Glad I found it.

Mad Marine

The João Gilberto recording is pretty awesome too. Elis version is the pinnacle for me too.

dale stroker

Yes, I agree. i enjoyed this as well after listening twice. Naturally, Elis Regina's version is the most astounding.

B C

Nice!

WinRBaft The Fortnerd

Fuck you bitch, no one has time to read ur shit

Alicia Grisel

I was listening to the original in Portuguese, but This is a darn good english version !!

Lucas Surjus

Beautiful analysis, thank you.

genius mchaggis

IT IS LIFE YOU IDIOT!

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