This version is sung by Al Jarreau and Oleta Adams. “The Waters of March” has been recorded numerous times, including one with Stan Getz and João Gilberto, but this is my favorite mainly because of the arrangement. I think it was made in 1997. The original lyrics are in Portuguese. What follows is a translation. Very clever stuff. If you have a printer, you might want to print the lyrics to read as you’re listening.
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 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
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
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
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
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
The joy in your heart
Of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain
The joy in your heart
