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

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

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

And he'll never fight over you

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

And he'll 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

And he'll 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