Chords for Sergio Mendes and Brasil '77 "The Waters Of March" from "Vintage 74"

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_ _ _ _ [B] _ A stick, a stone, it's [G#m] the end of the road It's the rest [Em] of the stone, it's a little
[F#] alone It's a [B] sliver of glass, it is [C#m] life, it's
the sun It is night, it [Em] is death, it's a trap, [B] it's
a gun [E] The oak when [F#m] it moves, a [C#] fox in the bush
The knot in [Em] the wood, the song of [G#] a brush [E] The wood of [F#m] the wind, [B] a cliff, [C#] a fall, a scratch,
[Em]
a lump It is [F#m] nothing [B] at all, it's golden brook,
[A] it's the end [Dm] of the [G#m] slope It's a beam, it's a [Em] void, it's a hunch, [Bm] it's
a hope And [F#] the river [C#m]
bank [B] talks of the [C#] waters of March
It's the end [Em] of the strain, it's the joy [B] in your heart
The foot, [D#] the [B] ground, the flesh and the [G#m] bone The beat of the [A] road, a slingshot [F#] stone
A fish, [F#m] a flash, a [C#] silvery glow A fight, [Em] a bet, the range [G#m] of a bow
The bed [F#m] of the well, the [B] end [C#] of the line The dismay [Em] in the face, it's a loss, [F#] it's
a find [G#m] A spear, a [A] spike, [B] a point, [G#m] a nail, a trip,
[G] a drop, _ the end [F#] of the tail A [C#m] truckload of picks [C#] in the soft morning light
The sound [Em] of a shot in the dead of [G#m] the night A mile, [E] a must, a [G#m] bust, a [C#] bump
It's a girl, it's a lime, it's a cold, it's [B] the mumps
The plan [A] of the house, the [C#] body in bed And the carpet [Em] got stuck, it's the mud, it's
the [F#] mud A book, [F#m] a drift, a flight, [C#] a wing, a hawk,
a quail The promise [B] of spring and the river [F#m] bank
Talks of [B] the [C#] waters of March It's the promise [Em] of life, it's the [B] joy in
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A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in [C#] your hand and a cut in [F#] your toe
A [F#m] point, a grain, a bee, [C#] a bite, a blink, [Em] a buzzard, a sudden stroke of [B] night
[C#] A [Bm] peasant, the mountains, a horse in [C#] the mule In the distance [Em] the shelves, well, three shadows
[B] of blue And the river [Bm] bank talks of the waters [C#] of March
It's the promise [Em] of life in your heart, in [B] your heart
A stick, [A] a stone, the end of [G#m] the load The ash of [G] a [C#] log, an old stone [F#]
road
A sliver [F] of glass, a life, [E] the sun A night, a [B] death, the end of the run
And the river [C#m] bank talks [F#m] of the [C#] waters of March
It's the [Em] end of all strain, it's the [B] joy in your heart
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