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
theres 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
theres a wrong and a right
but hell 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
near a tree by a river
theres a hole in the ground
wise men fighting over you
where an old man of aran
goes around and around
its not me you see
and his mind is a beacon
pieces of valentine
in the veil of the night
with just a song of mine
for a strange kind of fashion
to keep from burning history
theres a wrong and a right
but hell never, never fight over you
seasons of gasoline and gold
i got time to kill
wise men fold
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
theres 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
theres a wrong and a right

near a tree by a river
theres 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
theres a wrong and a right