I got, two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
With 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, 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
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 mens child
(instrumental)
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
