The Riddle

I got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon Time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms So to America the brave (so to America) 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 Oh, for anything but light (nothing but light) Wise men fighting over you It's not me, you see pieces of valentine And just a song of mine to keep from burning in history Seasons of gasoline and gold (gold and gasoline) 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 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 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 No, he'll never, never fight No, he'll never, never fight Over you