The Riddle
I got two strong armsBlessings of BabylonWith time to carry on and tryFor sins and false alarmsSo to America the braveWise men saveNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of AranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of AranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll neverNever fight over you
Near a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of AranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of AranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll neverNever fight over you
I got plans for usNights in the sculleryAnd days instead of meI only know what to discussOf for anything but lightWise men fighting over you
It's not me you seePieces of valentineWith just a song of mineTo keep from burning historySeasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men foldNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of AranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll neverNever fight over you
I got time to killSly looks in corridorsWithout a plan of yoursA blackbird sings on bluebird hillThanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child