Al Jarreau (i Can Recall) Spain Lyrics

(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.   
   
a float, a drift,   
a flight, a wing,   
  

ahawk, a quail,   
the promise of spring.   
   
and the
riverbanks talks.   
of the waters of march.   
   
it's the promise
of life,   
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 on your toe.   
   
a point, a grain,   
a bee, a bite,   
  

a blink, a buzzard,   
the sudden stroke of night.   
   
a pin, a
needle,   
a sting, a pain,   
   
a snail, a riddle,   
a weep, a
stain.   
   
a pass in the mountains.   
a horse, a mule,   
  

in the distance the shelves.   
rode three shadows of blue.   
  

and the riverbank talks   
of the promise of life   
in your heart,
in your heart   
   
a stick, a stone,   
the end of the load,   
 
 
the rest of the stump,   
a lonesome road.   
   
a sliver of
glass,   
a life, the sun,   
   
a night, a death,   
the end of
the run   
   
and the riverbank talks   
of the waters of march  

   
it's the end of all strain   
it's the joy in your heart