PERFORMANCE: Waters Of March - Holly Cole

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 ...

And the river bank talks of the Waters of March

It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

 

In the decades since Antonio Carlos Jobim wrote the song in 1972, many have attempted to match his spare, existential original.

Only a few succeeded. 

Evidence above. Original below.

Song: Águas De Março (Waters of March)  Antonio Carlos Jobim