Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos Follow

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 knot of the wood, the song of the thrush
The wood of the wind, the 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, it's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The shot of the 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

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A cock, a quail, oh, the promise of spring
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
And the river bank 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, hey

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, a drop, drop, drop, the end of the day
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart
The river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of joy in your heart
The end of the road, a little alone

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A night, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

The waters of March
The river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

The waters of March

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