The Riddle

I got to strong arms
 Blessings of Babylon
 With time to carry on
 And try
 For sins and false alarms
 So to America the brave
 wise men say
 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
 O 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
 wise mens 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 over you
 but he'll never, never fight over you