Waters of March
Lydia Gray Lyrics

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
Everything has an end, just like a stick or a stone found on the road.

It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
After something has ended, we may feel lonely, like the rest of a cut down tree.

It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
As small as a sliver of glass, life is still bright when the sun is shining.

It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
Not everything is bright and beautiful, life can be as dangerous as a trap, or as lethal as a gun.

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
Nature has its own beauty, like the blooming oak or a fox hiding in the brush.

The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
Even small details, like a knot in wood or the cheerful tune of a thrush, have their own beauty.

The will of the wind, a cliff, a fall
The wind's will can be powerful, like the drop from a cliff.

A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
Small injuries like a scratch or lump can be insignificant in comparison to other life events.

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
Change is constant, like the freedom of the wind, or the end of a journey down a slope.

It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
There may be highs and lows in life; a beam of light, a void in darkness, a hunch of suspicion, and a hope for the future.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
The river bank is buzzing with the signs of change coming with March.

It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart
March brings the end of a difficult time and brings new joy in return.

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
We are made of the elements beneath us, walked on, and housed within.

The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
The journey we take leaves its own mark, like the rhythm of the road or the stone fired from a slingshot.

A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
Nature provides surprises, like a flash of a fish's silver scales.

A fight, a bet, the range of a bow
Our own actions can lead to risk, like fighting, betting, or the danger from the range of a bow.

The bed of the well, the end of the line
Everything must come to a resting point, like the bottom of a well, or the final stop of the line.

The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
Life can be unpredictable, bringing losses or unexpected gains that cause confusion.

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
Sharp objects, like a spear, spike, point, or nail, bring their own danger.

A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
Sometimes the end of a story comes as slowly as a drip or drop.

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
Simple things like a truckload of bricks can hold their own beauty at the right time.

The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
Unexpected events can happen at any time, like the sound of a shot waking you up in the middle of the night.

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
Life is not always an easy road, there can be mile-long journeys or the thrust of a bump in the road.

It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
Life can bring many things, like a new baby girl, a clever rhyme, or illnesses like a cold or the mumps.

The plan of the house, the body in bed
Life plans can be grand, but it all starts with a house and ends with our final rest.

And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
Even the best-laid plans can be halted, like a car stuck in mud.

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
Movement can be graceful, like a float, drift, flight, or wing.

A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring
Flora and fauna change with the seasons, like the sight of a hawk and a quail, and the promise of spring.

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
Life can be simple, like a snake or a stick, or named things like John or Joe.

It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe
Simple tasks can sometimes result in unexpected injuries, like a thorn or a cut on your hand or toe.

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
Nature's details can be both beautiful and painful, like the point of a needle, a grain of sand, a bee's buzz, or its sting.

The blink of an eye, a buzzard's swoop
Life can change in an instant, as quickly as the blink of an eye, or the swoop of a buzzard.

A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
Travel and adventure can enrich life, like taking a mountain pass with a horse and mule.

In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue
The how, who, and what of life may not be clear, as distant shadows riding blue shelves.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
Nature speaks of change with the coming of March.

It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
March provides the promise of new life, bringing joy to your heart.

A stick, a stone, the end of the road
Like the start of the song, everything comes to an end.

The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
After our journey ends, we may be alone, like the rest of a cut down tree or a lonesome road.

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
Even the small things in life like a sliver of glass or the sunshine, have their meaning.

A knife, a death, the end of the run
Life can bring dark moments, like a knife or death, and the end of our journey.

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
The water keeps flowing, continuing life's journey, as nature speaks of the arrival of March.

It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart
March brings the end of struggles and stress, as the joy of new beginnings fills the heart.