A stick a stone
it's the end of the road,
it's the rest of the 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 in the wood,
the song of the thrush.
the wood of the wind,
a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.
it's the wind blowing free.
it's a beam, it's a void,
and the riverbank talks.
of the water of march
it's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground,
the flesh, the bone,
the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.
the bed of the well,
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face,
it's a loss, it's a find.
a point, a nail,
the end of the tale.
a truckload of bricks,
in the soft morning light,
the shot of a 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 the cold, it's the mumps.
the plan of the house,
the body in bed,
the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud.
a float, a drift,
a flight, a wing,
ahawk, a quail,
and the riverbanks talks.
of the waters of march.
it's the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart,
a snake, a stick,
it is john, it is joe,
it's a thorn in your hand,
and a cut on your toe.
a point, a grain,
a bee, a bite,
a blink, a buzzard,
the sudden stroke of night.
a pin, a needle,
a sting, a pain,
a snail, a riddle,
a weep, a stain.
a pass in the mountains.
a horse, a mule,
in the distance the shelves.
rode three shadows of blue.
and the riverbank talks
of the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
a stick, a stone,
the end of the load,
the rest of the stump,
a lonesome road.
a sliver of glass,
a life, the sun,
a night, a death,
the end of the run
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of march
it's the end of all strain
it's the joy in your heart
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.28]A stick a stone
[00:09.99]it's the end of the road,
[00:12.21]it's the rest of the stump
[00:14.43]it's a little alone
[00:16.65]it's a sliver of glass,
[00:18.42]it is life, it's the sun,
[00:21.00]it is night ,it is death,
[00:22.59]it's a trap, it's a gun.
[00:24.99]the oak when it blooms,
[00:26.88]a fox in the brush,
[00:29.31]the knot in the wood,
[00:30.90]the song of the thrush.
[00:33.15]the wood of the wind,
[00:35.19]a cliff, a fall,
[00:37.74]a scratch, a lump,
[00:39.51]it is nothing at all.
[00:41.01]it's the wind blowing free.
[00:45.39]it's a beam, it's a void,
[00:49.92]and the riverbank talks.
[00:51.63]of the water of march
[00:54.03]it's the end of the strain,
[00:55.62]it's the joy in your heart.
[00:57.69]the foot, the ground,
[00:59.79]the flesh, the bone,
[01:01.83]the beat of the road,
[01:03.63]a slingshot stone.
[01:06.15]a fish, a flash,
[01:08.58]a silvery glow,
[01:10.77]a fight, a bet,
[01:12.75]the range of the bow.
[01:14.34]the bed of the well,
[01:16.68]the end of the line,
[01:18.00]the dismay in the face,
[01:20.40]it's a loss, it's a find.
[01:24.69]a point, a nail,
[01:29.07]the end of the tale.
[01:30.93]a truckload of bricks,
[01:33.00]in the soft morning light,
[01:35.49]the shot of a gun,
[01:36.96]in the dead of the night.
[01:39.24]a mile, a must,
[01:40.80]a thrust, a bump.
[01:42.99]it's a girl, it's a rhyme.
[01:44.97]it's the cold, it's the mumps.
[01:47.37]the plan of the house,
[01:49.53]the body in bed,
[01:51.36]the car that got stuck,
[01:53.49]it's the mud, it's the mud.
[01:55.71]a float, a drift,
[01:57.84]a flight, a wing,
[01:59.34]ahawk, a quail,
[02:03.72]and the riverbanks talks.
[02:05.88]of the waters of march.
[02:08.55]it's the promise of life,
[02:11.16]it's the joy in your heart,
[02:37.02]a snake, a stick,
[02:39.54]it is john, it is joe,
[02:41.82]it's a thorn in your hand,
[02:43.26]and a cut on your toe.
[02:45.36]a point, a grain,
[02:47.43]a bee, a bite,
[02:49.47]a blink, a buzzard,
[02:51.36]the sudden stroke of night.
[02:53.70]a pin, a needle,
[02:55.71]a sting, a pain,
[02:57.81]a snail, a riddle,
[02:59.40]a weep, a stain.
[03:01.92]a pass in the mountains.
[03:04.26]a horse, a mule,
[03:06.51]in the distance the shelves.
[03:08.37]rode three shadows of blue.
[03:10.26]and the riverbank talks
[03:12.09]of the promise of life
[03:16.02]in your heart, in your heart
[03:18.27]a stick, a stone,
[03:20.82]the end of the load,
[03:22.53]the rest of the stump,
[03:24.24]a lonesome road.
[03:26.76]a sliver of glass,
[03:28.59]a life, the sun,
[03:30.15]a night, a death,
[03:33.24]the end of the run
[03:34.77]and the riverbank talks
[03:36.93]of the waters of march
[03:39.54]it's the end of all strain
[03:41.73]it's the joy in your heart
A stick a stone
it's the end of the road,
it's the rest of the 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 in the wood,
the song of the thrush.
the wood of the wind,
a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.
it's the wind blowing free.
it's a beam, it's a void,
and the riverbank talks.
of the water of march
it's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground,
the flesh, the bone,
the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.
the bed of the well,
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face,
it's a loss, it's a find.
a point, a nail,
the end of the tale.
a truckload of bricks,
in the soft morning light,
the shot of a 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 the cold, it's the mumps.
the plan of the house,
the body in bed,
the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud.
a float, a drift,
a flight, a wing,
ahawk, a quail,
and the riverbanks talks.
of the waters of march.
it's the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart,
a snake, a stick,
it is john, it is joe,
it's a thorn in your hand,
and a cut on your toe.
a point, a grain,
a bee, a bite,
a blink, a buzzard,
the sudden stroke of night.
a pin, a needle,
a sting, a pain,
a snail, a riddle,
a weep, a stain.
a pass in the mountains.
a horse, a mule,
in the distance the shelves.
rode three shadows of blue.
and the riverbank talks
of the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
a stick, a stone,
the end of the load,
the rest of the stump,
a lonesome road.
a sliver of glass,
a life, the sun,
a night, a death,
the end of the run
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of march
it's the end of all strain
it's the joy in your heart
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.28]A stick a stone
[00:09.99]it's the end of the road,
[00:12.21]it's the rest of the stump
[00:14.43]it's a little alone
[00:16.65]it's a sliver of glass,
[00:18.42]it is life, it's the sun,
[00:21.00]it is night ,it is death,
[00:22.59]it's a trap, it's a gun.
[00:24.99]the oak when it blooms,
[00:26.88]a fox in the brush,
[00:29.31]the knot in the wood,
[00:30.90]the song of the thrush.
[00:33.15]the wood of the wind,
[00:35.19]a cliff, a fall,
[00:37.74]a scratch, a lump,
[00:39.51]it is nothing at all.
[00:41.01]it's the wind blowing free.
[00:45.39]it's a beam, it's a void,
[00:49.92]and the riverbank talks.
[00:51.63]of the water of march
[00:54.03]it's the end of the strain,
[00:55.62]it's the joy in your heart.
[00:57.69]the foot, the ground,
[00:59.79]the flesh, the bone,
[01:01.83]the beat of the road,
[01:03.63]a slingshot stone.
[01:06.15]a fish, a flash,
[01:08.58]a silvery glow,
[01:10.77]a fight, a bet,
[01:12.75]the range of the bow.
[01:14.34]the bed of the well,
[01:16.68]the end of the line,
[01:18.00]the dismay in the face,
[01:20.40]it's a loss, it's a find.
[01:24.69]a point, a nail,
[01:29.07]the end of the tale.
[01:30.93]a truckload of bricks,
[01:33.00]in the soft morning light,
[01:35.49]the shot of a gun,
[01:36.96]in the dead of the night.
[01:39.24]a mile, a must,
[01:40.80]a thrust, a bump.
[01:42.99]it's a girl, it's a rhyme.
[01:44.97]it's the cold, it's the mumps.
[01:47.37]the plan of the house,
[01:49.53]the body in bed,
[01:51.36]the car that got stuck,
[01:53.49]it's the mud, it's the mud.
[01:55.71]a float, a drift,
[01:57.84]a flight, a wing,
[01:59.34]ahawk, a quail,
[02:03.72]and the riverbanks talks.
[02:05.88]of the waters of march.
[02:08.55]it's the promise of life,
[02:11.16]it's the joy in your heart,
[02:37.02]a snake, a stick,
[02:39.54]it is john, it is joe,
[02:41.82]it's a thorn in your hand,
[02:43.26]and a cut on your toe.
[02:45.36]a point, a grain,
[02:47.43]a bee, a bite,
[02:49.47]a blink, a buzzard,
[02:51.36]the sudden stroke of night.
[02:53.70]a pin, a needle,
[02:55.71]a sting, a pain,
[02:57.81]a snail, a riddle,
[02:59.40]a weep, a stain.
[03:01.92]a pass in the mountains.
[03:04.26]a horse, a mule,
[03:06.51]in the distance the shelves.
[03:08.37]rode three shadows of blue.
[03:10.26]and the riverbank talks
[03:12.09]of the promise of life
[03:16.02]in your heart, in your heart
[03:18.27]a stick, a stone,
[03:20.82]the end of the load,
[03:22.53]the rest of the stump,
[03:24.24]a lonesome road.
[03:26.76]a sliver of glass,
[03:28.59]a life, the sun,
[03:30.15]a night, a death,
[03:33.24]the end of the run
[03:34.77]and the riverbank talks
[03:36.93]of the waters of march
[03:39.54]it's the end of all strain
[03:41.73]it's the joy in your heart
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we're...
Climb up on my knee Sonny Boy
Though you're only three Sonny Boy
You've no way of knowing
There's no way of showing
What you mean to me Sonny Boy.
Whe...
We were ring- around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun.
Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young.
Synchr...
Take my hand,I'll teach you to dance
Would you let me lead,you can step on my feet
Give it a try,it'll be alright
The room's hush, hush and now's our...
I was driving across the burning desert when
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens, it was the st...
There's no soldier in me.
Although I try to believe that all is not in always what you see.
Army featherweights are bully boys without home
I recognis...
Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your lov...