Waters of March - Suzanne Vega & Stacey Kent.

Written by Tom Jobim.

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the roadIt's the rest of a stump, it's a [1]___________ aloneIt's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sunIt is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the [2]____________The knot in the wood, the song of a thrushThe will of the wind, a cliff, a [3]___________A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

It's the wind blowing [4]____________, it's the end of the slopeIt's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hopeAnd the river bank talks of the waters of MarchIt's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the boneThe beat of the road, a slingshot's stoneA [5]__________, a flash, a silvery glowA fight, a bet, range of a bow

The bed of the well, end of the lineThe dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a findA spear, a spike, a [6]______________, a nailA drip, a drop, the end of the tale

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning lightThe sound of a [7]___________ in the dead of the nightA mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,It's a [8]_____________, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house, the body in bedAnd the car that got [9]____________, it's the mud, it’s the mudA float, a drift, a flight, a wingA hawk, a quail, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of MarchIt's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart