Brian Stokes Mitchell sings “Waters of March” at 54 Below 6/25/22

Описание: Brian Stokes Mitchell sings “Waters of March” at 54 Below Diamond Series June 25, 2022.

I’m so happy i got to see him sing this one. I had never heard this song before Stokes sang it at the Lincoln Center outdoor concert last summer (July 2021). I got a short clip of it then and missed it ever since! Stokes’s version kinda sneaks up on you and by the time you get halfway into the song you realize you never want it to end!

Hope you enjoy! ♥️

The Band: Ted Firth (piano), Jordyn Davis (bass), Mark McLean (drums), Bob Magnuson (saxophone/flute).

Lyrics:

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 all strain
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 bet
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
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 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 hawk, a quail
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart

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 riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It’s the joy in your heart

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart