The Riddle (444) Lyrics

The Riddle (444) lyrics

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



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



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



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