Chords for Sergio Mendes - Waters of March (Official Visualizer)

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_ [B] _ _ [G#] _ _ A stick, [D#] a stone, it's the end [G#m] of the road.
It's the rest [F#] of a stump, [D] it's a little [B] alone.
It's a sliver [F] of [Cm] glass, it is light, [E] it's the sun, it is night, [Em] it is death, it's a trap,
[B] it's a gun.
The oak [C#m] when it [B] blooms, a fox [F] in the thrush, the night [Em] and the wolf, the song [B] of a thrush,
the wood [C#m] of the [F#] wind, a cliff, [F] a fall, a scratch, [Em] a [F#] lump, it is nothing [B] at all.
It's the wind [F#m] blowing free, [B] it's the end of [C#] the slopes, it's a beam, it's [Em] a voice, it's
a hunch, [G#] it's a hope, and the river [F#m] bank talks [B] of the waters [C#] of March, it's the end of [Em] the
strain, it's the joy in [G#] your heart.
The foot, [F#m] the crown, the flesh and [G#m] the bone, the beat of [A] the road, a slingshot [F#] stone, _ [G#] fish,
a [F#m] flash, [B] a [F] silvery glow, a fight, a [Em] bet, the range [B] of a bow, the bed of [C#] a well, the end
[F] of a line, the dismay in the [Em] face, it's a loss, [B] it's a find, a spear, [Bm] a spike, a point,
[G#m] a nail, a drift, a [G] drop, the end of [B] the tail, a tumble, [F#m] a breath, [B] in the soft [C#] morning light,
the sound [Em] of a shot, in the dead of the [B] night, a mile, [F#m] a must, [B] a thrush, [F] a bump, it's a girl,
[Em] it's a rhyme, it's the cold, [B] it's the mumps, the plan [F#m] of the [B] house, the body [C#] in bed, and
the car that [Em] got stuck, it's the [F#] mud, it's the mud, [B] a float, a drift, a flight, [G#m] a whoop,
a hawk, [Em] a quail, the [B] promise, a swing, and the river [F#m] bank talks [B] of the waters [C#] of March,
it's the promise [Em] of life, it's the [G#] joy in your heart.
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[G#m] _ A [B] snake, a stick, it is John [G#m] if he's Joe, that's a bone [G] in your hand, then the gut in
[B] your toe, a point, a swing, a bee, [F] a bite, a plane, [C#] a buzz, it's a sudden stroke [B] of night,
a passing [D] of mountains, a horse [C#m] and a mule, in the distance [C#] the shells grow, three shadows
[F#] of blue, and the river [Bm] bank talks of the waters [C#m] of [C#] March, it's the promise [C] of life in your
heart, in [B] your heart.
A stick, [Bm] a stone, the end [G#m] of the load, the ash [C#] of a lob, a lonesome [F#] road, a sliver of
glass, [B] a light, [F] a sun, a night, [Em] a death, the end [B] of the run, and the river [A] bank [B] talks of
the [C#] waters of March, it's the end [Em] of all strain, it's the joy [B] in your _ heart.
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[B] A-ya-ba [Bm]-da-da-way-ya [F#]-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da _ [F#m] _ -way-ya-ba [C#m]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [C]-da-da-way-ya-ba-da-da-way-ya-ba [B]-da-da-way. _ _ _ _ _