The riddle

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 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