歌词
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's never gonna fight over you)
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind 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
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, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
But he'll never, never fight over you
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
And his mind goes around and around
But he'll never, never fight over you