The 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



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



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

a tree near 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



but he'll never' never fight over you