Riddle

I got two strong arms blessings of babylon

With time to carry on and try

For sins and false alarms

So to america the brave

Wise men save



Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you



Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you



I got plans for us

Nights in the scullery

And days instead of me

I only know what to discuss

Of for anything but light

Wise men fighting over you



It's not me you see

Pieces of valentine

With just a song of mine

To keep from burning history

Seasons of gasoline and gold

Wise men fold

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you



I got time to kill

Sly looks in corridors

Without a plan of yours

A blackbird sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild



Wise mens child.