The Riddle

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarmsSo to America the brave
Wise men saveNear a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a rightNear a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and aroundAnd 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 ever fight over youNear a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a rightNear a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and aroundAnd 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 youI got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but lightWise men fighting over youIt's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and goldWise men foldNear a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and aroundAnd 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 youI 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 wildWise mens child