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 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

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 mens' 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

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

He'll never, never

fight over you

no, he'll never, never

fight over you