The Riddle Lyrics

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 say

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

He'll never, 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

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

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

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