Intro: 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 
                       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 

Interlude:  F#/E Eb/Db C/Bb Am6 Fm/Ab C6/9/G Gb5-/7 F7M Fm6 C6 C/Bb Am6 Fm/Ab C6/9 

                   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 

Instrumental and voice ad libitum:(C4/7/9 D/C Fm6/C  C7M Gm7/9 D/C Fm6/C  C7M Cm7 D/C Db/C C) Fade