The Riddle

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 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 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 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

But he'll never, never fight over you

But he'll never, never fight over you