The Riddle

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
Hell never
Ever 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
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
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
Wise men fighting over you
Its 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
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 anold 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
Hell never, never fight over you