Lirama

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
It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground
It's a creek, it's a fountain, it's a piece of bread

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 fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet, the range of a bow
It's the firewood, it's the day, it's the end of the trail
It's the bottle of liquor, splinter in the road

The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
It's a footstep, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog
It's a rest of brush, in the morning's light

refrain:
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life it's the joy in your heart

refrain2:
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

refrain

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 footstep, a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog
It's a beautiful horizon, it's a tertian fever

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain, It's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone

refrain2

A stick, a stone