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
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

Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine and 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
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 over you

No, he'll never, never fight over you