The Riddle
I got two strong arms
Blessing of Babylon
Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men saved
Near a tree by the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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 the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
Near a tree by the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
I got plan 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 the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
I got time to kill
Sky looks in corridos
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens child
Blessing of Babylon
Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men saved
Near a tree by the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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 the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
Near a tree by the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
I got plan 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 the river
There's a whole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mine 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
I got time to kill
Sky looks in corridos
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens child
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Writer(s): Nik Kershaw
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