I heard Susannah McCorkle’s version of Jobin’s ‘Waters of March’ on Thanksgiving. A great song, and appropriate, I think, for today.
Just a song full of images, the bad and the good, and why we keep at it.
Art Garfunkle sang it back in 1975 on his album Breakaway. His site has lyrics.
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.
Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing,
A cock, a quail, the promise of spring.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It’s the promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart.
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