Antonio Carlos Jobim - The waters of march

^C/BbA stick, a stone, it's the end of the ro^Am6ad It's the rest of a s^Fm6/Abtump, it's a little alone ^C6/GIt's a sliver of g^Gm7lass, it is l^C7ife, it's the ^Am6/F#sun It is night, it is death, it^Fm7's a trap, it's a^C9/G gun The oak when it bl^C7/Gooms, a fox in the br^D7/F#ush The knot in the ^Fm6wood, the song of a thr^C9/Gush The will of the wi^Gm7nd, a cl^C7iff, a fa^D7/F#ll A scratch, a ^Fm7lump, it is n^Fm6othing at a^C9/Gll It's the wind blowing f^C7/Gree, it's the en^C7d of the sl^Am6/F#ope It's a beam, it's a v^Fm6oid, it's a hunch, it's a h^C9/Gope

^C/GAnd the river bank t^C7/Galks of the waters of Ma^Am6/F#rch It's the end of the s^Fm6train, it's the joy in you^C9/Gr heart

^C/GThe foot, the gr^C/Bbound, the flesh and the bo^Am6ne The beat of the ^Fm6/Abroad, a slingshot's s^C9/Gtone A fish, a f^C/Bblash, a silvery g^D7/F#low A fight, a b^Fm6et, the range of a ^C9/Gbow The bed of the we^C/Bbll, the end of the l^Am6ine The dismay in the ^Fm6/Abface, it's a loss, it's a f^C9/Gind A spear, a s^C/Bbpike, a point, a n^Am6ail A drip, a d^Fm6/Abrop, the end of the t^C/Gale A truckload of br^Gm9/Cicks in the soft morning li^D7/F#ght The shot of a gu^Bb7/Fn in the dead of the night A mile, a m^C/Bbust, a thrust, a b^Am6ump, It's a girl, it's a ^Fm6/Abrhyme, it's a cold, it's the m^C9/Gumps The plan of the ^Gm7house, the bo^C9dy in be^D/Cd And the car that got s^Fm/Ctuck, it's the mud, it's the ^C6/Gmud A float, a dr^Gm/Cift, a flig^C7ht, a wi^D7/Cng A hawk, a q^Fm9/Cuail, the promise of sp^Cring

^CAnd the river bank tal^C7/Gks of the waters of Ma^Am6/F#rch It's the promise of ^Fmlife, it's th^Fm6e joy in your^C6 heart

^C/GA snake, a stic^C/Bbk, it is John, it is ^Am6Joe It's a thorn in your h^Fm6/Aband and a cut in your to^C6/Ge A point, a g^C/Bbrain, a bee, a b^Am6ite A blink, a b^Fm6/Abuzzard, a sudden stroke of n^C9/Gight ^C/GA pass in the mou^Cm7ntains, a horse and a mu^D/Cle In the distance the s^Fm6/Chelves rode three shadows of bl^Cue

^CAnd the river bank t^Cm7alks of the waters of M^D/Carch It's the promise of l^Db/Cife in your heart, in your he^C/Gart

^CA stick, a s^C/Bbtone, the end of the loa^Am6d The rest of a ^Fm6/Abstump, a lonesome r^C9/Goad A sliver of gl^Gm7ass, a l^C7ife, the s^D/Cun A night, a de^Fm6ath, the e^G#dim/Cnd of the ru^C/Gn

^C/GAnd the river bank ta^Gm7lks of the w^C7aters of M^D/Carch It's the end of all s^Fm6train, it's the joy in your^C9 heart