The Riddle

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

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
a tree near 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

but he'll never' never fight over you