Lirik Lagu Waters Of March - Art Garfunkel
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
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,The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,The wood of the wing, 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 bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart.The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,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 cock, a quail, the promise of spring.And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.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 snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.A stick, a stone, the end of the load,The rest of a 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.
