Chords for Art Garfunkel - Waters of March

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A stick, a stone, it's the end [G#m] of a road.
It's the rest [C#] of a stump, it's a [F#] little alone.
[F#m] It's a sliver of glass, it is life, [C#] it's the sun.
It is [Em] night, it is death, it's a trap, it's [F#] a gun.
The [F#m] oak when it blooms, a [C#] box and the brush.
The [Em] knot of the wood, the song [F#] of the thrush.
[F] The wood [F#m] of the wind, a [C#] cliff, a fall, [F] a [Em] scratch, a lump.
It is [F#] nothing at all, it's the [B] wind blowing free.
It's the end [C#] of a slope, it's a beat, [Em] it's a void.
It's a hunch, [F#] it's a hope, and the [F#m] riverbank talks
of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the [Em] end of the strain, it's the joy [F#] in your heart.
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[F#] _ _ The foot, the [F#m] ground, the flesh [C#] and the bone.
The beat [Em] of the road, a [F#] slingshot [B] stone.
A drumload of bricks in the soft [A#m] morning light.
The shot [Em] of a [F#m] gun in the dead of [D#m] the night.
[B] A mile, a must, a thrust, [F] a bump.
It's [Em] a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, [F#] it's the mumps.
[B] The plan of the house, the [G#m] body in bed
_ that got stuck, [D#] it's the [F#] mud, it's the mud.
A float, [B] a drift, a flight, a [C#] wing, a [F#m] cock, a quail.
The promise [D#m] of spring and the [F#m] riverbank talks
of the waters [C#] of March.
It's the [Em] promise of life, it's the joy in [B] your heart.
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ A point, a grain, a beat, [F] a bite.
A blink, [Em] a buzzard, a sudden [F#] stroke of night.
A pin, [F#m] a needle, [B] a sting, [C#] a pain.
A [Em] snail, a riddle, a wasp, [B] a stain.
A stick, a stick, it's charm, [C#] it's gel.
A fish, [A] a flash, a [D#m] silvery glow.
And the [Bm] riverbank talks of the [C#] waters of March.
[B] It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.
A stick, a stone, the end [G#m] of the load.
The rest [D#] of the stump, a [F#] long silk road.
A sliver of [B] glass, a [F#] life, a son, a night, [Em] a [F#m] death.
The end [D#m] of the run and [B] the riverbank talks
of the [C#] waters of March.
It's the end of [Em] all strife, it's the joy [B] in your heart.
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