I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon, time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to American the brave
Wise man 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
Wise men fighting over you

It’s not me you see, pieces of valentine
And 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 men’s child

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
But he’ll never, never fight over you
No he’ll never, never fight over you