Nik KershawThe 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
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
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
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