Chords for Nicole Henry - Waters of March (Antonio Carlos Jobim)

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_ It's a [D] _ _ [Dm] little [E] alone.
It's a [Gm] sliver of glass.
[E] It's life.
It's the sun.
It's night.
[D] It's death.
[Dm] It's a trap.
It's a [E] gun.
The oak [Bb] when it [E] blooms, our fights in the brush, the night [Dm] in the wood, the song [B] of
a thrush, [Em] the wood [Gm] of the wind, [C] a cliff, [F] a fall, a scratch, [Bb] a lump, a tear, a tear,
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[C] _ _ _ _ [Gm] tear, [E] _ _
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[A] _ _ a [Bb] _ _ [E] _
[Gm] tear, [F] a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear,
a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear, a tear.
We fight, [Bb] a vet, the range [G] of the bow, the bed [Gm] of a well, [C] the end [Am] of a line, the smear
[Bm] in your [Fm] face, it's a loss, [G] it's a find, a spear, [Bb] a [E] spike, a [F] point, a nail, a drip,
[D] a drap, it's the end [G] of a tale, a [Bb] trunkload of bricks [Gm] in the soft [F] morning light, [Am] the shot
[D] of the gun in the dead [G] of the night.
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ A [G] mile, a must, a thrust, [Am] a bomb.
It's a boy, [D] it's a rhyme.
It's the [Bm] cold, it's the mumps.
It's the [G] plan of the house.
It's the body [F] in bed.
The cot [Fm] got struck.
It's the mud, [A] the mud.
A flow, [G] the [C] drift, the flight, a wing.
A [D] hawk, a quail, the [G] promise of spring.
The river [Bb] big tanks [Gm] of the waters [Am] of March.
It's the promise [D] of life.
It's the joy [C] in your heart.
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