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
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 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