The Waters of March

Has anyone else heard this song by Antonio Carlos Jobim? I just discovered it tonight and I can't get enough of it. I was wondering if anyone could give me any insight into the song and if it is popular. Knowing me, I am late to discovering the song.

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a 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
A knot in the wood, the song of a 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 the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone

A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bat, the range of a 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 spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A 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 a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud

A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart

A stick, a stone, the end of the road
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road

A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

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Updated On: 4/6/05 at 01:17 AM

I actually have a cd recording of a show done in Perth on New Years Eve where the performer sings this song and gives an explanation of it. I'll listen to it and type it out for you.

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It's on the newly released Nancy LaMott album of the concert she did at Tavern on the Green before she died.
Live at Tavern on the Green

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Thanks I'll need to try to find it someplace. I'll check to see if they have it at Footlight's since I know they'll take a check by mail.

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