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
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
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
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
of for anything but light
wise men fighting over you


it's 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
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 mens child.