I Can Recall Spain lyrics

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 the end of a slope.

it`s a beam, it`s a void,
it`s a hunch, it`s a hope.

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 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,

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
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