The Riddle

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave (so to America)
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
Oh, for anything but light (nothing but light)
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me, you see pieces of valentine
And just a song of mine to keep from burning in history
Seasons of gasoline and gold (gold and gasoline)
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 men's 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

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

No, he'll never, never fight
No, he'll never, never fight
Over you



Credits
Writer(s): Nik Kershaw
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