The Riddle

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
He'll never, never fight over you

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Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada

Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
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
He'll never, never fight over you

Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada

Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada

Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
Dadada dadadada dadada dadada
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